The Texas two-step..
The Texas two-step.. 1- A pretty gal asked me to dance in Belton, Texas. I asked her. Are you a college gal? She smiled and she told me. I am thirteen and I… Continue reading
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Dream a little dream..
Dream a little dream… The Dark Poet didn’t want to see the light. The pretty Poet demanded attention and answer. She told him, all of us need to dream a little dream. He… Continue reading
Morning glory..
A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good to open your eyes and see the glory of the new day and beauty near.” Morning glory… The smell of fresh coffee and pancakes cooking and I… Continue reading
She was dancing alone..
She was dancing alone… She was dancing alone. Moving her bare feet slow and easy to the Jazz songs. She looked into my eyes and she waved me to come to her. I… Continue reading
Just might..
Just might.. She gave me a kind smile as we danced the Texas two-step. She whispered in my wanting hears. “Dear Johnnie. People are foolish. They long to stay and long to escape… Continue reading
My great love..
My great love.. Do we support to love but once? Where have my ancient lover’s gone? Chain of passion and spiritual journeys leftme with kind faces in memories and in dreams. Everlasting smiles… Continue reading
The rising sun.. New Orleans..
The rising sun.. I sat in the New Orleans in 1996 in a old rustic tavern on main street. I liked New Orleans, hard time and hard days couldn’t kill her spirit. I… Continue reading
Please sing me a lullaby, my sweet lady..
Please sing me a lullaby, my sweet lady…… My lovely lady lay in sweet slumber and I whispered into her ear. You are my morning blessing, my daytime kindness and my midnight cherish… Continue reading
Dear Maggie Elizabeth..
Dear Maggie.. ( Dream writing again.) She was my sea dancer, she was a kind lover. Now, she is a lasting memory, and she is tattoos on my mind. I was being loco,… Continue reading
Who are we? What did I become?
Who are we? What did I become? The poet wrote into a journal. “Pride, Envy, Gluttony, Lust, Anger, Greed, & Sloth.” “Sight, hearing, taste, smell and touch” He found a safe place in… Continue reading