Man-up, lady up..
Man-up, lady-up.. My daddy told me often. Man-up Johnnie, Life is hard and you must be harder. Life will toss you shit, you must turn the shit in self-motivation and hard-drive to better… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Coyote Poetry
Ravishing beauty dancing alone..
Ravishing beauty dancing alone. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Hard to brake down walls of regret and disappointment. Need time and distance to forget. Ravishing beauty dancing alone.. We will masquerade as many… Continue reading
The city of New Orleans..
The city of New Orleans… (For my kindest muses. Dear Allsion.) I found you in the Jazz club dancing alone in a silky dress, closed eyes and moving bare feet. I watched you… Continue reading
The heartstrings..
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
She wore flowers in her hair..
She wore flowers in her hair.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry She wore flowers in her hair.. I have descended to scattered dreams and I lost my place in life,I decide a trip was… Continue reading
A memory/ a story..
A memory, a story. ———————————————————– Everything.. In the stillness of the night, you held me, so tightly. You were my… Continue reading
A letter for you dear Lilia..
A letter for you dear Lilia.. I wrote you a letter. Just words to be read and I wanted you to know. You are my everything. My mystery to try to understand and… Continue reading
Old dogs, children and watermelon wine..
Old dogs, children and watermelon wine.. Sitting alone by the California fault line in 1998. Almost forty and I felt old as the mountains I could see. My tire mind wondered what life… Continue reading
Be a flexible branch, not a dead root..
Be a flexible branch, not a dead root.. Late October in 1992. I had 45 days to get to Fort Ord. California. I left Michigan with three weeks left and four destined places.… Continue reading
Dirty little secrets. Part one.
Dirty little secrets-Part one.. She knew. The first time I saw her face. I loved her. Once in a private moment. I told her. Dear Liz, my Elizabeth. Some people enrage the heart… Continue reading