Wildflowers dreams.
Wildflowers dreams (For Brigitte) Young love, first love. Can expand too quickly. Leaving two people with no place to go. Love isn’t fair, need the unities of two people living and dying for… Continue reading
Adrift in a memory.
1- The night rain. Velvet and silk dreams turned stormy and dark.I held you close and I whispered.A little bit longer dear love,I want to listen to your heart and hear you speak,I… Continue reading
Highway poetry.
1- Wander or slowly die. She was so beautiful.She moved like a wild and free animal.I knew she was untamed and lusted for the free highway.I didn’t try to capture her. Just made… Continue reading
The value of words.
Words A Poem by Coyote Poetry Do words have value? Words.. Once I was the talker, the jokester, the man who laughed at the struggle of the world. I believed I was invincible and… Continue reading
Russian Roulette.
Russian roulette. Beautiful young woman danced on a stage on the border of Austin Texas, moving like a beautiful butterfly in the breeze. She held the attention of the men holding tightly to… Continue reading
Under the willow tree. And a beautiful Ana Popovic song.
Under the willow tree. We danced. Once we held love over everything. Love was holy and a joy. Was a blessing and a gift. Now like sleeping flowers in the Winter. The feeble… Continue reading
Once upon a Summer Day.
Once upon a Summer Day. She was the kindest and pretty’s gal in Monterey. I called her, my lady of the sea. She called me, the angry man. Who needed to find the… Continue reading
Pretty words.
1- Pretty words. Dangerous beautiful lady in her tight black dress and wearing chain of amethyst crystal upon her neck. Was my crystal once and she wanted it more than I did. She… Continue reading
Jazzy Tuesday and some words. You want me, you want everything and more. Is there more Johnnie?
She was dancing alone. Moving her bare feet slow and easy to the jazz songs. She looked into my eyes, and she waved me to come to her. I watched her sexy hips… Continue reading
Hemingway’s whiskey.
Hemingway’s whiskey. Hemingway saw war, he loved, he drank and he danced with the pretty gals throughout the four corners of my world. I tried to follow his path, to seek knowledge, swim… Continue reading