The lady in the black dress. Texas poetry.
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
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
Nude.. You leave me breathless,with nothing to hide,evening perfection.————————————————————————— Wildflowers.. The wildflowers are jealous,with you near,become less beautiful.——————————————————————————– Painted memories.. I wrote on skin,I painted secret words,on yearning skin. ————————————————————————————— Kiss and touch..… Continue reading
Wanderlust —Damn those eyes Pretty face, demanding loving eyes.Soft voice making me feel weak and captured.Soft touch of hands making me fall into deep embrace.Those eyes make me swim in the dangerous river… Continue reading
You are my poetry.. Forlorn love, treasured memories.You used to read poetry to me by the candle light.You were my heavenly voice, sweet songs when life became too hard. Once we undressed with… Continue reading
MontereyA Chapter by Coyote PoetryPart one. The letters. Monterey..The letters Dear BethI roamed your Facebook site. You are still so beautiful. I told you I was okay. I don’t like to publish to… Continue reading
(A prayer for peace) Brother peace, sister love. I had sat by graves of 20,000 Soldiers killed in World War two outside of Paris. Men who died for freedom. The last war. I wonder would they understand the blunders… Continue reading
A naked woman (A wise artist once said. To see a nude woman is more wonderful then 1000 beautiful paintings in a museum.) I tell the young men.Go… Continue reading
My Winter love A Poem by Coyote PoetryCold days seem to bring people closer. (Written somewhere in the early eighties.) My Winter love.. I whispered your sweet name.My sweet dreams bring your beautiful face… Continue reading
The road called me. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I’m tire of same places and faces. I need the road.” The road called me.. I’m tire, so damn tired. Somehow I got lost.… Continue reading
Beautiful Laura sat by the sea A Poem by Coyote Poetry Beautiful places and things can’t be forgotten.” Beautiful Laura sat by the sea I sat in a field of wildflowers.The scent of… Continue reading