Scottish kisses.
“The sweetest Scottish gal kisses My gun are locked away. My mind and my body is tire. I came to Aberdeenshire to remember a memory. Once young brave soldier told his auburn hair… Continue reading
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The Texas two-step. And a beautiful Sara Evans song.
The Texas two-step. He saw her sitting alone sipping her drink slowly and her eyes were barren and so cold. She held her whiskey like an old lover. So tightly. The Austin, Texas… Continue reading
Miss you, need you dear Ann Arbor.
Miss you, need you dear Ann Arbor… I am drinking alone beautiful Jenny. Somehow I forgot where Ann Arbor was and I am so damn lonely. I have called you at midnight, every… Continue reading
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
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
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
The willow trees.
The willow trees. Old poet told the girl. We must try to go back to where we were, if we can.The bright-eyed girl asked with wonder, dear poet, I come to you by… Continue reading
Wildflower dream. And an amazing song.
Wildflowers I have been laying in the cemetery of wars left and gone. Regrets dead and buried. Knowing old sins cannot be forgiven. I don’t seek forgiveness. I know you cannot be forgiven… Continue reading
Beautiful Maria. Showed me the way to the fray.
A woman, too pretty to be near me. She took my hands and she told me. Johnnie, Johnnie. You must find the Fray. Your organized life is killing you and your dead dreams… Continue reading
Write, write and write some more.
Write, write and write some more A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words are powerful. They create tears, laughter, happiness and sadness. Without the great word-men and word-women. What would we know and understand? … Continue reading