I want to dance with you tonight.
(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
(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
The madness train A Poem by Coyote Poetry Time to know what real pleasure is. Before it is too late. The Madness train. I’m twisted up. Hogties to bullshit. I’m strangled with useless… Continue reading
The sweet Melody of love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Without love. What do we become? The sweet Melody of love.. We were lovers once. Your words upon a sheet of paper saved… Continue reading
Did we love? Did we bleed? Oh, la, la, l, dear love, I sang to you, I sang for us.We were whiskey nights and whiskey kisses.I loved you more than life and you… Continue reading
Just a song… Pretty girl asked him for a dance. He saw the prettiest gal he ever seen and he told her. Would be my pleasure. She smiled and she told him. Merci… Continue reading
The willow trees…. Old poet told the girl. We must try to go back to where we were, if we can.The bright eyed girl asked with wonder, dear poet, I come to you… Continue reading
She told me by Lake St. Clair. Love never did love me. 1- A Summer day…The birds were singing near me.Lake St. Clair was alive and dancing for the children.The sun-kissed my face… Continue reading
A New Orleans lullaby… I was station at Fort Hood for six years. I was the Dancing Coyote, always seeking laughter, good drink and pretty ladies. I Befriended a New York state gal.… Continue reading
he karma of love A Poem by Coyote Poetry When we are young. We waste the gift of love. The Karma of Love. Written on 5 March 1985 I remember when the sparkles… Continue reading
Miss nothing, miss everything. We painted our world fiery red once, we try to cheat love and we collided like freight trains unstoppable. We painted our world white once, allowed secret pain and… Continue reading