The sea dancer..
The sea dancer.. The lovely coming Dusk, worshiped the dancing beauty. The falling sun smiled, the rising moon loved the girl, dancing for him. I went to her and I told her, you… Continue reading
Remembering the fragrance of Winter..
Remembering the fragrance of Winter.. I had lived the soldier life. The warm days of Spring did not bring love. The lucky sought the rendezvous with the sweetness of love when the days… Continue reading
When comes a stranger..
Death come when she desires. I was last year man. I had it all. Beautiful house and a great job. A hot girlfriend with clear blue eyes and legs as long as Texas… Continue reading
The songs of the seasons…
The songs of the seasons A Story by Coyote Poetry A Native American tale.” The song of the fall.. Warm days, cold nights.Create a restless passion.I can hear the whisper of the windon… Continue reading
The stranger song…
The stranger song.. Pretty lady asked her old lover. When did we become strangers?Once we talked, danced and sang the whole night through. Now we sit together. Your eyes had died and your… Continue reading
The last person standing..
The last man standing A Poem by Coyote PoetryNot a happy story. A story to create logic and questions my friend. The last person standing… Last person standing…. (Will the last man… Continue reading
Resembled love..
Resembled love.. Pretty as a perfect picture and she gave me sly smile and a wink.I was weary of a beautiful woman who tempted me and ran. She listened to my poetry and… Continue reading
Bad love..
Bad love.. I felt the darkness of the night overtaking the lights of the day. Stealing away the gentleness that is left in me. The once sweet memories had turn to a cancer.… Continue reading
Home, sweet home..
Home, sweet home.. (For Port Austin) Sun and heat, heat and sun. The Kuwait days slow and not easy. No booze, no woman, bad food and us soldiers, we have read every book… Continue reading
The blue dress…
The blue dress.. I found you sitting alone at your family party. Your once fiery hazel eyes, grey with sadness. I asked you. How are your dear Belinda? You are still so beautiful.… Continue reading