A Irish song Thursday night. And some poetry. I am tire.
Mini poetry- I am tire.. 1- I called you dear Kelly. I told her, I am falling apart and I don’t want to get up. Please talk to me, please make me believe… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Coyote Poetry
Fabiola. Now nothing remains the same..
Fabiola…. (Now nothing remains the same) Your name came to me late in the midnight hour, brought back the canvas of your perfect body, your kind smile and your beautiful face. Your name,… Continue reading
Just a Black Velvet lullaby. And a beautiful Maria Daines song.
Just a Black Velvet lullaby… I wrote to a old journal in a Austin, Texas tavern in 1993. The poet don’t cry, he just write some more. Hemingway told us, we, who love… Continue reading
The Texas two-step..
The Texas two-step.. She was a tall, long legged Texas girl. She gave me a coy smile.Somehow I caught her attention. I knew, a pursued man are just cattlewaiting to be slaughter. She… Continue reading
So cold and a Mean Mary song.
She came to me at midnight and she gave me whiskey kisses and kind words. I whispered to her. I need to taste your skin, I need to know you wild and not… Continue reading
The old man blues..
The old man blues… A black wind is touching my face, neither sadness or happiness can I know. I ain’t cold, I ain’t warm. I am just alive. Once a misty eyes beauty… Continue reading
Texas rose…
Texas rose… The sweetest gal in Texas told me. Please give me your address and I will write you when you are gone. I told her, she was a treasure, a blessing to… Continue reading
The parting glass..
The parting glass I once stood with 15,000 soldiers on the Iraq border,just men with the common goal,fighting for freedom.We were just men and women,who loved, who drank and who danced fearless upon… Continue reading
Dear California…
Dear California.. Do you remember me?I do remember you. I am jealous of the sun,the lucky sun falls into the California sea. I remember when I suicided boarded the Pacific andI loved the… Continue reading
He remember love..
He remember 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