The walls and the damn mirrors..
The walls and the damn mirrors.. My father told me the Devil like to dance at dawn.He like when the night overcomes the day,he told me. No-one is pretty with age and abuse.Life… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Coyote Poetry
My great love. Part two..
My great love.. Part two. I told the young writer, we shall have many great loves. Many women will steal our heart, make us want everything and more. But there are those maidens,… Continue reading
The parable of the flowers and the lovelorn man..
The parable of the flowers and the lovelorn man.. She was a perfect beauty. She danced nightly on a stage in Killeen, Texas. I went nightly and I waited for my tainted beauty… Continue reading
If I could, I would..
If I could, I would.. First words and last words, we cannot forget. If I could, I would go back in time, spend more time with dear grandmother. She called me honey, dear… Continue reading
Everyone is a river..
Everyone is a river.. She sat in her bra and pantie, her bare feet moving and dancing in water of lake Superior. I adored watching her and I traced her body with my… Continue reading
A thousand years..
A thousand years.. You came to me in my sweet dreams again andyou were dancing in your white Summer dress by the lake.I watched your beautiful face smiling and you were singing to… Continue reading
The haunting song..
The haunting song.. The cold days of Winter are slowly leaving us and we waiting for the warm days of Spring. Today I’m drinking alone, dancing alone and singing songs alone. My chosen… Continue reading
He remembered love..
He remembered love.. Old man sat by the Lake St. Clair. He saw an auburn beauty walking the biking path. Her eyes of sea-water blue and her soft smile lost in kind memory… Continue reading
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
Bad to the bone..
Bad to the bones (Written in 1989, rewritten in 2019.) I’m going crazy, I don’t know which way is out or in.I have fell into too deep and I can’t see the light.Darkness… Continue reading