The family tradition. Me and Hank are hanging together tonight.
The family tradition… A godly man tried to save me. He told me to quit the drink and he told me to leave the dance-hall gals alone. If you don’t. You will be… Continue reading
The family tradition… A godly man tried to save me. He told me to quit the drink and he told me to leave the dance-hall gals alone. If you don’t. You will be… Continue reading
The old man blues.. A black wind is touching my face, neither sadness or happiness can I know. I ain’t cold, I ain’t warm. I am just alive. Once a misty eyes beauty… Continue reading
Once, we had the Elvis songs… Hello girl, it Johnnie in Michigan and I am sorry to call you at at Midnight hours. The drink is wearing me down and I am listening… Continue reading
The Elixir… She had the Bacchus wine a plenty. She had found a dark corner to drink away the world. She was pissed-off lady drinking alone. I watched her and she was praying… Continue reading
“I look back in time. I remember your beautiful face and I wonder what, we could of been?” “The softness of love, we cannot forget.” Almost forever, dear Bridgette… The curse of love… Continue reading
Show me, where it hurts… One- She was a earth angel, she had a raging spirit and she loved the sea, the deep forest. She weaved safe place for me with the beach… Continue reading
I could not ask for more.. I told my grandchildren, choose the road you love, dance, sing and be fearless. I learn many moons ago, I had enough and I told the rising… Continue reading
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
Beautiful faces and passionate kisses. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good to be young in heart. Willing to rebirth love and desire everyday of a life. Beautiful faces and passionate kisses.. When the… Continue reading
An empty book. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Need to enjoy life. A good life is many friends and a lot of laughter. An empty book. An empty book is a lonely story.The… Continue reading