Vaya con dios.. Song, sin and gin.not enough to forget you.We said goodbye and I learn, I was alone. ——————————————————– I have pretty pictures,warm memories andI don’t have you. ———————————————————- Vaya con dios,maybe… Continue reading
I am still alive.. She told me, soldier, bleed no-more. What is done, is done. Like a Hemingway story. Twisted roads lead to our proper place. I looked at the dark eyes Gypsy… Continue reading
The fragrance of time… We cannot stop time. Youth run away from us so quickly. We must have a Gypsy soul. We must know wonder-lust, we must kiss many pretty ladies and we… Continue reading
A million kisses.. She asked me. How many kisses do you need? I told her, I need a million kisses dear Bridgette. She laughed and she asked. Why so many? I told her,… Continue reading
(A Poem by Coyote PoetryWe forget sometimes to show love to the people who truly loved us.) Love is like a flower garden.. Once we danced in tropical clubs hidden in the dark… Continue reading
You are my Spring time… Cold days and colder nights, heavy clothing burden, I shall forget. You stand in the April sun, showing me, tender shoulders blessed by the sun and your beautiful… Continue reading
Rose colored glasses.. My brown eyes beauty, my Scottish girl dream, we made promises on floors of glass. You were everything sweet and beautiful and you made me feel loved. We were just… Continue reading
Her garden.. I loved her from a-far, she was a true beauty. She loved working in her garden and she loved her roses and her natural herbs. We would talk of Dryden, Donne… Continue reading
Knuckle red, knuckles bleeding… His knuckles red, his knuckles bleeding. My father fought and fought, wars that could not be won.He told me in his drunkenness state. What have I done?He told me.… Continue reading
Please show me your real face… I became the Austin City dark poet in 1993. I would advice the young writers and do minor edit on their work. Many of the college kids… Continue reading
