Comes hell or high water.
Comes hell or high water. Upstream. You were never easy, you were the day, and I was the night, never stopping to keep our promises we made to each other. You were my… Continue reading
Tag Archive: California
My greatest regret was you.
My greatest regret was you 1- Loved and lost. Dear lover, my beautiful love.Honey, sweetheart and my love.Where are you now?Once we drank the Long Island iced tea and laughed at the midnight… Continue reading
Dear Angela.
Dear Angela.. Dear Angela. Don’t cry for yesterday my pretty lady.Yesterday is gone and today we have tonight. All of us are dirty with sin.Few of us are clean and the most of… Continue reading
The night had fallen.
1- The night had fallen.. The sun splendor is not forgotten. Taverns are closed.The long day bring the quiet of the night.The midnight hour gathered people sharing their secrets and the need of… Continue reading
Fabiola, my Fabiola.
Now nothing remains the same. Your name came to me late in the midnight hour. Brought back the canvas of your perfect body, kind smile and your beautiful face. Your name, Fabiola. Made… Continue reading
Morning glory.
Morning glory.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good to open your eyes and see the glory of the new day and beauty near. Morning glory.. The smell of fresh coffee and pancakes cooking… Continue reading
Five little poems.
One….. Just photos in a book, just beautiful faces missed. Just kind voices heard in my dreams now. Beautiful hearts missed. Two….. Swirl me in your mind, my kind lover. Make me believe,… Continue reading
A song of forever.
A song of forever… A song of forever, she didn’t want to sing. She had shunned love, and she wanted endless night, loud music and her colorful cotton dresses. She was my hippy… Continue reading
You can’t always get what you need. Hanging with The Rolling Stones.
You can’t always get what you want. Johnnie and Susanna were singing the Roller Stone song. ” You can’t always get what you want, but sometimes we get what we need. Me and… Continue reading
Leftover wine. And a lovely Melanie song.
Leftover wine. Once, you and I, we tried to catch the wind. Once, you and I, tried to touch the clouds. We marvel at our world and we danced freely with the wildflowers… Continue reading