One more cup of coffee and a glass of Black Velvet too.
One more cup of coffee and a glass of the Black Velvet too… I loved the Belton, Texas dance halls. The good music, the Texas two-step and the women seeking more than they… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Coyote Poetry
Mystical places…
A Poem by Coyote Poetry First love, first real kiss and the first true words of love become mystical places where we can find in sweet dreams forever.” Mystical places.. Many types of… Continue reading
The sweet red wine.. Almost a love story.
The sweet red wine It was early fall. The sweet new wines of Germany came out.They are cheap and tasty.It was a beautiful late summer day.The youth of the city of Boeblingen surrounded… Continue reading
Sing, drink and dance till the end..
Sing, drink and dance till the end A Poem by Coyote PoetryOld poem written when I was young and questions all things. I learn we are in-charge of our life. Best walk the good… Continue reading
Did I ever love you?
Did I ever love you?…. Dying,lying,needing,Bleeding. Pretty Poet, she sang her words sweet and sadly to willing listeners at the Poetry reading in Monterey coffee shop. Love is just myth and tale,love is… Continue reading
Like this.. New Monday poetry.
Like this.. 1- If someone ask you. Is love real? Tell them hold a small baby and watch their face. Watch their eyes and see the energy of hope in their eyes. The… Continue reading
Almost lovers.. New poetry Monday.
Almost lovers.. 1. Almost lovers, we tried to be. We had youth and the sweet wine. We were Doc Holliday and dear Kate. Untamed and so damn brave. Somewhere in time. Love wasn’t… Continue reading
I believe once. New poetry Monday.
I believed once.. 1- I believe once, you and I would never part. But the storm of life made us learn. How sweet love could be and how easy we could forget. 2-… Continue reading
Monday morning new poetry.
Monday morning poetry. 1- Was just a kiss, was just a sweet memory. Maybe was the sweetest kiss? 2- Was just a Summer day, was a day of the sea and the dance.… Continue reading
A song of forever..
A song of forever… A song of forever, she didn’t want to sing. She had shun love and she wanted endless night, loud music and her colorful cotton dresses. She was my hippy… Continue reading