Just might..
Just might.. She gave me a kind smile as we danced the Texas two-step. She whispered in my wanting hears. “Dear Johnnie. People are foolish. They long to stay and long to escape… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Coyote Poetry
My great love..
My great love.. Do we support to love but once? Where have my ancient lover’s gone? Chain of passion and spiritual journeys leftme with kind faces in memories and in dreams. Everlasting smiles… Continue reading
The rising sun.. New Orleans..
The rising sun.. I sat in the New Orleans in 1996 in a old rustic tavern on main street. I liked New Orleans, hard time and hard days couldn’t kill her spirit. I… Continue reading
The silence and the sea..
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
Please sing me a lullaby, my sweet lady..
Please sing me a lullaby, my sweet lady…… My lovely lady lay in sweet slumber and I whispered into her ear. You are my morning blessing, my daytime kindness and my midnight cherish… Continue reading
For my Brothers, Chuck and Scott.. God was never on your side.
God was never on your side.. I wrote into many journals. Bastards like me, can’t feel and they don’t know fear. I never had a heart till it was too late. Too late… Continue reading
Dear Maggie Elizabeth..
Dear Maggie.. ( Dream writing again.) She was my sea dancer, she was a kind lover. Now, she is a lasting memory, and she is tattoos on my mind. I was being loco,… Continue reading
Who are we? What did I become?
Who are we? What did I become? The poet wrote into a journal. “Pride, Envy, Gluttony, Lust, Anger, Greed, & Sloth.” “Sight, hearing, taste, smell and touch” He found a safe place in… Continue reading
Black as the night..
Black as the night.. Love is sweet and love can be so deadly. I knew Jenny was so damn beautiful. Youthful eyes and woman perfect curves, make a wise man become a tomfoolery… Continue reading
Always on my mind..
Always on my mind… Love alive or concealed, leave us wishing for things lost.Beautiful faces and places leave us yearning for things we cannot have. I remember you. Your long and sweet kisses… Continue reading