Two out of three ain’t bad..
Two out of three ain’t bad.. I was sitting alone in a Austin tavern in 1996.Drinking long Island ice teas.Trying to get blinded. A old man dressed poorly ordered a water.Bartender gave him… Continue reading
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A woman, like you..
A woman, like you. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Few people can bring you from self made hell. When a sweet woman offer a soft hand and love. Even the dead can be rebirth. … Continue reading
Dance me to the end of love..
Dance me to the end of love… 1- We shall pay the midnight toll, where the sin, the gin and the skin always needs more. Where strangers begin friends, where friends become strangers.… Continue reading
You are my ambrosia..
You are my ambrosia.. He loved when he was inside her. The wetness of her warm vagina made him feel madness. Like two becoming one in the dance of passion. They fell into… Continue reading
Please remember who you were..
Please remember who you were.. I saw a old friend sitting alone in a Austin, Texas at the coffee shop. Her eyes looking down at the table and her coffee, hiding her sorrow.… Continue reading
Make me believe..
Pretty words.. Dangerous beautiful lady in her tight black dress and wearing chain of amethyst crystal upon her neck. Was my crystal once and she wanted it more than I did. She told… Continue reading
Dear Monterey..
Dear Monterey.. Once imprison man was taught how to be free by the dear Pacific. Kind Monterey, showed him, he had just begin. Once the Winter days of life stole his heart and… Continue reading
Her garden..
Her garden.. I loved her from a-far, she was a true beauty. She loved working in her garden and she loved her roses and her natural herbs. We would talk of Dryden, Donne… Continue reading
Nothing will last forever..
Nothing will last forever…. She sat alone. Her lingering tears falling down her beautiful face. I have told her often. Nothing last forever. Even the strongest love weakens to just memories of things… Continue reading
Love is like a hammer..
Love is like a hammer… I left Michigan in 1991 and I sat in the jazz club at 12 pm, trying to write a poem. The Jazz man was playing the songs, so… Continue reading