Some little poems. Wicked game..
Wicked games, we play… 1- We stole kisses, we said so many words of lies. We loved the wicked game. We adored our naked nights, where we shared sin and gin. We love… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Coyote Poetry
The gospel told by a common man..
The Gospel told by a common man A Poem by Coyote Poetry World is going crazy. USA need to reset our goals. The Gospel told by a common man… Men with wife… Continue reading
A mother’s tears…
A mother’s tears… There is nothing as beautiful as a mother and a child. I watched a mother holding and singing to her baby. “I love you my baby. No-one will hurt you. Mama… Continue reading
Whiskey dreams are still the same..
Whiskey dreams are still the same…. ( 7 Nov. 1979. Time don’t change too much ) Drinking whiskey with the German Soldiers in Stuttgard. We sing if ” I were the king of the forest.… Continue reading