The waltz.
The Waltz A Poem by Coyote Poetry The ocean and love create emotions and passion that stay with us forever. The waltz. We were doing a waltz upon the beach. The waves were the orchestra… Continue reading
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Bloody anger.
Bloody anger. Sometimes I want to hurt someone. Smart and wise-ass faces tempt you with comments and useless words. People with no kindness or loyalty for anyone demand your time and duty. Tire and drowning in personal… Continue reading
The stormy sea.
The Stormy Sea A Poem by Coyote Poetry When dreams die. We have no reason or purpose. Need to keep hope and love alive. The stormy sea. The beauty of the Monterey Bay.Leave… Continue reading
What men do.
What men do? A Poem by Coyote Poetry The leaders of this government must be held responsible. What men do? ” Mothers should negotiate between nations. The mothers of fighting countries would agree. … Continue reading
The payment is due.
The payment is due “Bacchus blessing are a treasure;Drinking is a soldier’s pleasure;Rich the treasure,sweet the pleasure;Sweet is pleasure after pain.”John Dryden I told the pretty Texas girl at the Belton, Texas dance… Continue reading
I want to see you again.
I need to see you again. I have become cold and lonely in life and heart again,life seem to have crumble into a million pieces, and I don’t care to repair.Lonely road and… Continue reading
God’s going to cut you down and an amazing Johnny Cash song.
I told the kids. Hate is heavy sin and make us feel no good. Leave us dead in the heart and the mind. When you are dead. What is left? God’s going to… Continue reading
One more time.
One more time. 1- Once, you and me, we adored the sea, we loved the whiskey and we loved being in love. 2- She told me, please one more time, please one more time.… Continue reading
Please tell me something.
Please tell me something. 1- She told me, Johnnie, Johnnie. I want a fable love, where amor can win. I don’t want a timid man; I want a wild and crazy man. I … Continue reading
Falling and falling, we shall go. And an amazing song by The Civil War.
Falling and falling, we shall go. We had a June warm Summer days, the Lake St. Clair was in the from of us and we sat by the witch’s trees. Hand in hand,… Continue reading