A twisted lullaby, maybe?
A twisted lullaby, maybe? Was the first of June and Johnnie and Lucy wanted a adventure. Johnnie told his dear Lucy, I have loved you yesterday and today. And today I love you… Continue reading
A twisted lullaby, maybe? Was the first of June and Johnnie and Lucy wanted a adventure. Johnnie told his dear Lucy, I have loved you yesterday and today. And today I love you… Continue reading
The silence and the sea.. Blessed is the man who knew regret and he learn from it.Lucky is the man who loses the emotion of rage,learn to live in the splendor of celebrating… Continue reading
Blood laced pen… Fight or flee?love or hate?stay or go?Laugh or cry?I wonder what Hemingway remembered in his last moment. Did he remember war or the face of Agnes?My pen does bleed to… Continue reading
Never more, evermore or nothing more… She told me, please take of the mask. You may not like what you see. You have learned to love the darkness, please look closer, look closer… Continue reading
Katie wrote A Poem by Coyote PoetryA old poem with a proper re-write. Katie wrote.. Painted words and bloody thoughts are what the writer understand and hold tightly to. The wisp and grasps of… Continue reading
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 last man standing…A Story by Coyote Poetry “Please tell our leaders, no-one wins in war. Talk of Nuclear war today . 40 nuclear weapons used. Our world will die slow and terrible. Today… Continue reading
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 waltz of the Angels.. I told the barkeeper. Keep the long Island ice teas coming. Sunday morning is a-coming. I need to be blinded by the morning. He gave me a sad… Continue reading
The song of May.. I am taking the train to Basel. Dear Alexandra is waiting in the city of wonder for me. She found me on the poetry site and she told me.… Continue reading