Say my name, make me believe.
Say my name. Make me believe. I am dreaming of you again dear Maria. Prettiest eyes and longest legs in my world are stealing my dreams. I called you at midnight and I… Continue reading
Tag Archive: books
Dearest Nicole.
(Dearest Nicole told me. The vastness of everything. The vastness of nothing. What is real? We must decide.) Dearest Nicole… I befriended her at a strip-club. She was the dancer with the far-away… Continue reading
You did not leave me my friend. A Veteran day poem.
You did not leave me my friend. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some scars cannot heal. We learn to live with them. … Continue reading
We need barefoot days.
We need barefoot days. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I need a warm day. We need barefoot days.. Prettiest girl in my world dances near Lake Huron. She ran to me with open arms… Continue reading
Russian Roulette.
Russian Roulette.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry In war. No-one wins. Just leftover men, just hollow men. Russian roulette… Beautiful young woman danced on a stage on the border of Austin Texas, moving like… Continue reading
Tattoos.
TattoosA Poem by Coyote PoetryOld stories become better with time. Tattoos… My pretty lady friend with tattoos on her back and legs. She asked me. Do you like my tattoos? I smiled and… Continue reading
Old love.
Old love… She called me at midnight and she whispered. Johnnie, Johnnie. Do you remember me? I am so damn lonely tonight and please Johnnie. Can I come to you tonight?I told her.… Continue reading
The heartstrings.
The heartstrings She poured the sweet red wine into her Grandparent borrowed wine glasseswith soft and tender hands. Her eyes of river blue looked into my eyes.He knew she was playing him like… Continue reading
No regrets.
No regret A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good people bless us with their time and friendship. No regret. She was a Iron Mountain, Michigan girl.Eyes of golden brown, long legged and a robust… Continue reading
The animal.
The animal. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Who is the real loser in a war? Is there a winner? The prisoners may seem weak and controlled. Hope and memory allowed the energy to endure… Continue reading