The fingerprints and an outstanding Leonard Cohen song.
The fingerprints. I washed the blankets and I washed the sheets. I opened the Window wide and the damn cold air awoke my memory of you. On a September night in the Fall,… Continue reading
The fingerprints. I washed the blankets and I washed the sheets. I opened the Window wide and the damn cold air awoke my memory of you. On a September night in the Fall,… Continue reading
I should have loved you more. He left love doorway 2,500 miles away. The hardest and coldest man, he loved the whiskey and he loved the taverns. He loved the darkest days and… Continue reading
The Damns and the foolishA Poem by Coyote Poetry “Austin, Texas bars bring the best and loneliness of people together.” The Damns and the Foolish. The ways and means committee at the local… Continue reading
She kissed me once and only once. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I read the great Writer Jack London again. Gave me some positive motivation. You must read “When God laugh. She kissed… Continue reading
I want to know you. Silence whispers and pretty photos they give me remnants of who we are. Do you know me? I believe woman are more layered than men. Rarely does a… Continue reading
Five short poems. A Poem by Coyote Poetry What is right and what is wrong. Not easy to separate sometimes. 1- WarThe war is over,the guns locked away,the soldiers are resting.Youth and eyes… Continue reading
Reflections A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words have great power. Use them well. Reflection… Writers and Poets write reflections like a painter uses his gentle strokes to create permanent images of lingering memories.… Continue reading
Sometimes love is not enoughA Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometimes love is not enough. Kind and sweet muse told me. Sweet Johnnie, I can save you.Please tell me what you need. You… Continue reading
Roses and lovers. “O my love, O my love. I said: Let me fall or stand, let me fall or stand, let me live or die, but this once hear me speak- O… Continue reading
Please tell me a story. Lovely lady watching the sun rising from the east. Her wandering mind is dancing upon yesterday’s deeds and today possibilities. I asked her. Pretty woman, please wrap your… Continue reading