Hello again. For my dearest Peggy.
Hello again. For my dearest Peggy. I have learned to love the darkness of the taverns and the jazz clubs,where the people with nothing to hide, can go.Old men and old women tell… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Family
Please don’t forget about me.
Please don’t forget about me. 1- She asked him. Will you forget me and find someone sweeter? He looked at her and he knew. He loved his fancy lady. She had a soft… Continue reading
Dear Cheryl prayed to the stars and to the crying midnight moon.
Dear Cheryl prayed to the stars and to the crying midnight moon. Once a beautiful woman believed love was grand, the kisses would become sweeter and love would save her. She would find… Continue reading
Bare and true.
Few times in a life. We open up to another and show them the real person. Bare and true… She was a noble beauty, and she hushed me with her grace. In… Continue reading
Bitter branches.
Bitter branches. Old men are like ancient trees. Life will expand and multiply.They will sit on old porches and remember skeletons and blunders.The have learned profound knowledge and the texture of the body… Continue reading
Old love.
Old love. She called me at midnight and she whispered. Johnnie, Johnnie. Do you remember me? I am so damn lonely tonight and please Johnnie. Can I come to you tonight? I told… Continue reading
Angel’s dancing, too close to the ground.
Angel’s dancing, too close to the ground. Pretty wishes, deadly journeys led me to the Austin, Texas sun and you.Till I met you. I saw grey skies only and the drink was sweeter… Continue reading
Pretty pictures.
Pretty pictures. I loved love, but love didn’t love me. I told the pretty Austin, Texas gal. I adored her bare shoulders and her black dress that draped her skin tightly. She smiled… Continue reading
Remembering the fragrance of Winter.
Remembering the fragrance of Winter. I had lived the soldier life. The warm days of Spring did not bring love. The lucky sought the rendezvous with the sweetness of love when the days… Continue reading
Souvenirs.
Souvenirs A Poem by Coyote Poetry The odd things we hold special in old age. Souvenirs. An old box filled with simple gifts.Shiny stones from the Big Sur.Seashells from the coast of Europe.Many… Continue reading