The lady in the black dress…
The lady in the black dress.. Dancing alone in a downtown Austin tavern with my empty Black Velvet whiskey bottle in my hands. Playing alone in the bone yard of long and shattered… Continue reading
The lady in the black dress.. Dancing alone in a downtown Austin tavern with my empty Black Velvet whiskey bottle in my hands. Playing alone in the bone yard of long and shattered… Continue reading
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
First words, last words A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words can have great power. False words can brake a heart forever. Word of true love can make us desire the moon and the stars. … Continue reading
My lovely Beatrice Marcella. My muse by the sea. A Poem by Coyote Poetry My lovely Beatrice Marcella. My muse by the sea… Beautiful California for us to behold. Enter a love for the ages… Continue reading
Trying to lose your memory A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poetry written in 1992 Trying to lose your memory… I tried to find peace and calm in the coffee houses of Monterey,… Continue reading
The coming storm… Her lustful glances left me condemned to fall into the harmony of her smile. She was a rare desert flower that dazzled me with flattering words. She whispered to me… Continue reading
I remember you A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old thoughts and some poetry I remember you You taught me what love was.You taught me what tenderness could be my Scotland beauty andyou painted… Continue reading
The battlefield.. Do the children of war, dream? In Ukraine, Russia killing off cities. Where do the families run to? I saw the people of war, their eyes, like old soldiers. They ran… Continue reading
Kiss away my ghosts.. The saddest man on the block drank alone. He write sleeping man poetry and he drink the “Quiet man” whiskey. He was once insane, wild and foolish. He befriended… Continue reading
By the sea… I told her, I want little. When I return home to you. Please meet me at the Monterey pier and please wear your dancing shoes. I need a dance with… Continue reading