Simple rules to live by.
If we show respect to all people. Love the land. Lead with kindness and love. This world would be a better place.” The simple rules to live by.. “Do not wrong or… Continue reading
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My beautiful Beatrice Marcella.
My beautiful Beatrice Marcella. A Poem by Coyote Poetry The ocean is near, no place to be and a beautiful Italian girl. Paradise for the lucky in love and life. My beautiful Beatrice… Continue reading
Like father.
Like Father… A Poem by Coyote Poetry Do we become our parent? Do we follow their footsteps. Like father. My father, like most men. He learned to hide is sadness and disappointment. He… Continue reading
Dear Molly Malone.
“Sweet Molly, Sweet Molly Malone I can see if you smile, Though I’m off half a mile, For my eyes all the while, Keep along with my head, And my head on must know, When from Molly… Continue reading
Stripped to the bone. And a beautiful Taylor Momsen song.
Stripped to the bone. I told her, I love the darkest things. I want a love so dark, my world turn purple/black. I don’t want sweet words; I want demanding words. I want… Continue reading
The damned and the foolish.
The Damns and the foolishA Poem by Coyote Poetry “Austin, Texas bars bring the best and loneliness of people together.” The Damns and the Foolish. The ways and means committee at the local… Continue reading
Waiting for a memory. We get what we deserve.
Waiting for a memory. You came to me in a yesterday memory and you told me Johnnie. Can’t wait no-more. You have too much to love and to embrace. I’m just a heavy… Continue reading
Resembled love.
Resembled love A Poem by Coyote Poetry True love is rare and hard to find. Resembled love. Pretty as a perfect picture and she gave me sly smile and a wink.I was weary… Continue reading
Wicked we must be, wicked. We must know. Hanging with Dorian Gray.
Wicked, we must be. Wicked, we must know. “Because to influence a person is to give him one’s own soul. He does not think his natural thoughts or burn with his natural passions. His… Continue reading
Jazzy Monday. Old love.
Jazzy Monday. Old love… She called me at midnight and she asked me. Johnnie, Johnnie. Do you remember me? I am so damn lonely tonight and please Johnnie. Can I come to you tonight?I… Continue reading