The pretty things, the dangerous things.
The pretty thing, the dangerous things.. Once I held treasure. We danced in the lost and found of seeking happiness. Once we were fearless and we knew laughter. We had Gypsy souls and… Continue reading
The pretty thing, the dangerous things.. Once I held treasure. We danced in the lost and found of seeking happiness. Once we were fearless and we knew laughter. We had Gypsy souls and… Continue reading
The last man standing. A Story by Coyote Poetry Talk of Nuclear war again. The foolish people thinking about using the nuclear weapons. Need to watch the movie. “Mad Max.” The last man standing… Continue reading
Please stay with me A Poem by Coyote Poetry Rare times in a life we can find comfort with another. We need to hold on till the dream disappears. Please stay with me. I… Continue reading
A wish upon the first star of the night. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old dreams never fade away. A wish upon the first star of the night. Every night before I close my… Continue reading
If you go away on a Summer day… Dear Julie told me on a warm August day. I am here waiting in Michigan for you. A Michigan gal is waiting for you. You… Continue reading
You are my poetry my dearest love.. I was a soldier, wandering the world seeking adventure and I learn. One day, I was alone. I learn, if you escape home for a long… Continue reading
TattoosA Poem by Coyote PoetryOld stories become better with time. Tattoos… My pretty lady friend with tattoos on her back and legs. She asked me. Do you like my tattoos? I smiled and… Continue reading
Old love… She called me at midnight and she whispered. Johnnie, Johnnie. Do you remember me? I am so damn lonely tonight and please Johnnie. Can I come to you tonight?I told her.… Continue reading
Five short poems. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. War..The war is over.The guns locked away.The soldiers are resting.Youth and eyes burned out by war.No-one won. Miss you..I’m missing you.I whispered… Continue reading
Please come to me on a Summer day… The prettiest gal in Germany told me. Please come to me on a Summer day. We can drink the Summer wine and we can dance… Continue reading