The Fall sweet honey..
The Fall sweet honey.A Poem by Coyote Poetry(Good to be fearless and touch dreams.) The Fall sweet honey… Beautiful as the rising Summer sun,sweet and kind like the fresh Fall sweet honey.She told… Continue reading
Tag Archive: love
You are my miracle..
You are my miracle.. Pale skin, hazel eyes,eloquence words we shared. You confessed small secrets,I told you some. I savored your words andwe longed and learned. To be merciful, generous.You were my miracle,I… Continue reading
The lady in the black dress..
The lady in the black dress.. Dancing alone in a downtown Austin tavern with my empty Black Velvet whiskey bottle in my hands. Playing alone in the bone yard of long and shattered… Continue reading
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
Please Peggy, don’t cry.. And one of the great songs.
Sweet Peggy, please don’t cry… I found you again in 1992. My war had ended for awhile and you were fighting a lifetime war. You had gin, vodka and whiskey on your kitchen… Continue reading
I could not ask for more. And a beautiful Alisa Fineman song.
I could not ask for more… I told my grandchildren, choose the road you love, dance, sing and be fearless.I learn many moons ago, I had enough and I told the rising sun.… Continue reading
Can you catch a falling leaf?
Can you catch a falling leaf? The days of October are here and I did the greatest sin. I returned to a place of magic trying to find the scent of yesterday. Time… Continue reading
Bridgette wrote..
Bridgette wrote.. Painted words are what the writer understand. Wisp and grasps of sweet dreams are the last myth of emotions for love and words. Dead writer in the Winter of his life.… Continue reading
I don’t remember how you looked..
(Dreams can become nightmares. Nightmares can become sweet dreams one day.) I don’t remember how you looked… I don’t remember how you looked. Your eyes were blue, maybe hazel green? Your hair golden blond or maybe… 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