The lady in the black dress.
The lady in the black dress.. Dancing alone in a downtown Austin tavern with my empty Black Velvet whiskey bottle in my hands. Playing alone in the bone yard of long and shattered… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Coyote Poetry
The folly.
The folly… Dead men don’t weep no more, stagnant life lead to deluded ending, Pretty things can hide the hidden truth, nothing gain-nothing lost. We can ascend and we can fall, the echoes… Continue reading
A wish upon a star.
A wish upon a star A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old dreams never fade away.” A wish upon a star… Every night before I close my eyes. I whisper your name. I make a wish to kiss your lips.To feel… Continue reading
The kiss.
The kiss.. The old poet write by the sea, he scribble words about faces, places missed and gone. The radiant morning sun sun-kissed his face and he told the Pacific ocean. The poet’s… Continue reading
I want to fall in love with you.
I want to fall in love with you… Kind lady held my hands and her sweet and gentle words, her beautiful smile made me believe. Love could be, the greatest lullaby we can… Continue reading
Waiting for a miracle.
Waiting for a miracle. Some mini-poetry. 1- Cheryl.. Few speak your name now. When the whiskey is good and I seek pretty faces in my lonely nights. I remember you. You were a… Continue reading
When did I get old?
When did I get old? 1- Time isn’t kind to us..Once I was a soldier, once I was a business man andnow I am a old man.I told the Lake St. Clair.What we did… Continue reading
The whiskey kisses.
The whiskey kisses.. Some mini-poetry… 1- I loved her rosy lips and I loved her ginger hair.I told her, the madness of today,make us know madness.I told the madness of yesterday.Make us remember.Once… Continue reading
The empty jars.
The empty jars.. I watched her in the kitchen organizing the empty mason jars and empty bottles.She told me on a cold Winter morning,I store my dreams in the old mason jars.Each one… Continue reading
Please remember who you are.
Please remember who you were.. I saw a old friend sitting alone in a Austin, Texas at the coffee shop. Her eyes looking down at the table and her coffee, hiding her sorrow.… Continue reading