Spin the bottle.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry “The game of youth get used without our permission with old age.” Spin the bottle. Old man sat alone. He told me. Damn if you do. Damn if… Continue reading
Tag Archive: life
Mercy and forgiveness.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Need mercy and good friends to survive this life.” The Quality of Mercy The quality of mercy is not strain’d.It droppeth as the gentle rain from heavenUpon the place… Continue reading
I want to dance with you.
(Easy life and quiet death-Sir Walter Scott) (We poets in our youth begin with gladness; but there off in the end despondency and madness- Wordsworth) I want to dance with you tonight. Sober… Continue reading
Dearest Cheryl.
Where are you my sweet lady blue? You were so damn pretty, and you begged for my attention. You were muse and siren. Your kiss deadly and so damn sweet. You wanted me… Continue reading
Trying to lose your memory.
Trying to lose your memory. I tried to find peace and calm in the coffee houses of Monterey, drinking strong coffee and reading dead-end poetry at the nightly poetry readings. I thought I… Continue reading
She is still in my sweet dreams.
She is still in my sweet dreams. (I knew life was unfair. Few times in a life you meet someone.Who set your soul afire. Wisdom brought me the knowledge.Some woman can’t be held prisoner.… Continue reading
I am jealous of the sea; I am jealous of the May wind.
I am jealous of the sea; I am jealous of the May wind. A beautiful California girl is dancing alone with the Pacific ocean and the the May windy night, tossing her long… Continue reading
Too poor to love you, my lady midnight.
Too poor to love you, my lady midnight. We danced in the Belton, Texas dance hall and you smell of the wildflowers of Texas.You rested you head into my chest and I whispered… Continue reading
The misery, the whiskey. A Texas story.
The misery and the whiskey. I returned from the war in 1993, and I tried to find peace in the Long Island ice teas in the Belton Texas dance hall. I went early… Continue reading
Love words.
Love words.. Do we remember love? The pretty poet asked. I told her. When we are young, the allure of love, make us believe in a sweet miracle. We are infatuate with the… Continue reading