Johnnie verbal poetry and a poem. Abigail.
Where are you Abigail? Johnnie is lonely.Loneliness is okay.Love rare, love sweet.Never forgotten.You can’t catch dreams.Coyote drinking and dancing alone. Dancing Coyote
Tag Archive: Coyote Poetry
A Scottish gal and a beautiful Nati Dreddd song.
A Scottish gal.. I told the bartender. I do adore the Scottish gals. Their voices steal me away into their beautiful eyes. I looked at the bartender and I told him. Never brake… Continue reading
Falling backwards..
Falling backwards… I liked California. Made me think and drink less. I never understood the California girls. They wanted to figure out the messy world and you can’t. The taverns in California were… Continue reading
When a woman smiled..
When an woman smiled… My heart stopped and my world become perfect. When your gift of your beautiful smile and laughter, take me to sacred and cherish place. I’m captive by your gentle… Continue reading
Another time, another place.
Another time, another place….. The loneliness man at Fort Hood volunteered for missions in Central American. He wanted to escape everything and he wanted to taste the Hemingway’s tropical paradise. Once he sought… Continue reading
When the war is over..
When the war is over.. ————————————————————————————————————– I haven’t been right, maybe I won’t be right again, I left war and war found me. Friends faces are hanging with me, a heavy sadness. My… Continue reading
Close my eyes..
Close my eyes.. My rock and roll lady, we were rage, hate and anger, we were going to be great storms, we had youth as our wealth and we loved the night. Once… Continue reading
Just a little bit more..
Just a little bit more.. ——————————————————————————————– “Candy is sweet, lemons can be tart and life is long.” Pretty woman whispered to me in the field of the Spring dandelions.” We have known hell’s… Continue reading
The violence storm..
The violence storms ————————————————————————————————————– Whiskey didn’t kill me and war befriended me. Wounded heart that blood-out, had nothing left to lose. Pretty Poet told me in Monterey. California sun, last blessing dear soldier.… Continue reading
I want to dance with you..
I want to dance with you…. The night is long and the songs are good. You are looking so beautiful and your eyes are demanding my attention. I whispered to you, I want… Continue reading