Damn you my lonely lady midnight.
Damn you my sad lady midnight. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love is never fair. Damn you my lonely lady midnight… I didn’t know, we didn’t know. We would crash and burn. You told… Continue reading
Damn you my sad lady midnight. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love is never fair. Damn you my lonely lady midnight… I didn’t know, we didn’t know. We would crash and burn. You told… Continue reading
One Tin soldier.. I have become a vulgar man. Once I had a young heart. Love didn’t darken my heart, love didn’t darken my mind. Life did. He told the mirror in the… Continue reading
Loves on the rocks.. Tonight me and Neil Diamond are hanging out together. I am writing my whiskey poetry tonight. Lately I needed the whiskey. Old wars, 500 Army shots and my sleeping… Continue reading
If you go away.. 1- Careless life. Was it a life? 2- The world is not black and white. our world is multicolored. 3- Beautiful Beth, she favored the Irish Whiskey. She told… Continue reading
Wild horses.. 1- She as a blooming flower of nineteen, her eyes filled with the glittering of never-ending madness. She wanted ancient cities and aged wines. She wanted to learn the tango and … Continue reading
Love is blindness… She laughed at his words. Love is blindness, all I can remember, is your face. She gave him a questionable face and she told him. You promise me posy of… Continue reading
A daydream.. 1- Once I dance a fool’s dance. Sang and dance till I could not. the God of tomfoolery, he did love me. Gelos would find me at midnight and we would… Continue reading
Please swirl me, one more time.. 1- She told him. Please don’t forget me my love. Tonight we dance with the sea near and the sound of the ocean is our needed song.… Continue reading
I remember love… I do remember love, love was sweet, love was kind. The sweetest days, stealing touches and stealing kisses. When the heart is young and hopeful. We reach out for the… Continue reading
67 years old. A Poem by Coyote Poetry 67 years old.. I am in the Winter of discontentment, and I am learning. I am 67 years old, and I won’t see Florence again, I… Continue reading