Damn the ancient Gods..
Damn the ancient Gods… Pretty lady laid bare in heart and soul watching the sun fall into the sea.She looked at me and told me. “Damn the gods who hate love, they tried… Continue reading
Tag Archive: love
I serenaded to the paragon of beauty…
I serenaded to the paragon of beauty. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We were shadows dancing upon the beach. Safe from the peril of real life” I serenaded to the paragon of beauty..… Continue reading
My greatest regret was you..
My greatest regret was you.. ———————Loved and lost.. Dear Lizzy, my beautiful Liz.Honey, sweetheart and my love.Where are you now?Once we drank the Long Island ice tea and laughed at the midnight moon.You… Continue reading
I want to love you like..
I want to love you like.. I want to love you like we are babies just learning to love. I want you to undress with the lights on, allowing me to see your… Continue reading
Dying, lying and you..
Dying, lying and you.. Last house near the lake, was our place to rest.We were Gypsy hearts and Irish coffee mornings. We would find the sea often, for we loved the whiskey, deadly… Continue reading
The easy days and the good days…
The easy days and the good days.. On a cold days in the grasp of the Bosnian Winter. I wrote your name in the snow.Jennifer, Jennifer, my Jennifer, I love you. I left… Continue reading
We shall live, we will know tears and laughter..
We shall live, we will know tears and laughter.. Hello March, the cold Winter is almost done.I am far-away from where I belong.Once, Spring was the days of rebirth and new hope. I… Continue reading
What hold value?
What hold value? I told the busy man. A controlled and organized life. It will leave you wanting for things lost and cannot be found. Must stop, drink some coffee and spend time… Continue reading
My Joan of Arc..
My Joan of Arc.. She painted her make-up upon perfect skin and she turned to me and she told me . “I need my war face tonight. I rarely show my real face… Continue reading
Two out of three ain’t bad..
(Johnnie in Monterey- 1992.) 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… Continue reading