A daydream.
A daydream. 1- Once I dance a fool’s dance. Sang and dance till I could not. the God of tomfoolery, he did love me. Gelos would find me at midnight and we would… Continue reading
Tag Archive: love
I will sing the blues for me.
I will sing the blues for you. Johnnie be good, Johnnie be bad andJohnnie dancing alone to the Jazz. The words sweet, tempting and so true.My baby left me, I’m so damn alone.Now… Continue reading
Beautiful Scottish eyes.
Beautiful Scottish eyes A Poem by Coyote Poetry When a Scottish gal bless with kindness and love. Beautiful Scottish eyes had blessed you. Beautiful Scottish eyes. Once I found the prettiest girl in the… 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
Resemble 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
Wild Maria, dancing Maria. My Winter storm.
Wild Maria, dancing Maria. My Winter storm…. The crimson night, the thunderstorms of life had brought me to you. I watched you from a distance and I dreamed of moonlight nights, feeling your… Continue reading
The last chance motel.
The last chance motel. Summer Texas night, cold drink and no-place to go. Michigan dreamer, drinking his Long Island teas and writing into a journal. “Song of my father, songs of the long highways,… Continue reading
Sway with me. And an amazing Anita Kelsey song.
Sway with me. The Poet’s wish. Never sweet and never easy. A dancing beauty moved with the song. Her hips moving slowly with the tempting words. The dancing damsel, she knows she was… Continue reading
Sacred places and sweet dreams.
Sacred places and sweet dreams A Poem by Coyote Poetry Memories are like good red wine. Become more valuable with time and separation. Sacred places and sweet dreams.. She traced my skin with… 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