Hands of stone..
Hands of stone.. Life is hard. Gentleness is rare. We must work and work to keep up. My hands are tire and body holding pain, but life is fair my friends. Love make… Continue reading
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The lover. A soldier prayer..
The Lover, A Soldier prayer. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Soldier goes off to War. Need kind and sweet memories to keep them human. The Lover (A soldier prayer) Poor boys and men.Roads lead… Continue reading
Jealous of the angels. And a beautiful Jenn Bostic song.
Bless, be the one, who is surrounded by love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry For my father Jack. Bless, be the one, who is surrounded by love. —————————————————————– The greatest man I ever knew,… Continue reading
Old love..
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… Continue reading
Blue eyes..
Blue eyes (Written in 1981) A blue eyed angel is crying for me.In the turmoil of a kind love.The paradise of burning and powerful emotion.It can create a strange prison. I hold her… Continue reading
My dearest muse..
My dearest muse.. You are love and I’m no-one. You came to me with your haunting words awakening the want of love, the dance and the song. Your gentle voice awoke my dying… Continue reading
I try to remember..
I try to remember A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poetry with are-write. Written in 1992/rewritten in 2014 I try to remember.. I tried to remember the curves of your body. Us blindfolded … Continue reading
A Leonard Cohen night and some poetry.
If it be your will Once I sought death kiss, a loaded 30-30 rifle and Johnnie Walker prayers, was my sanctuary of a hellish ending. I locked the door, I played the Jim… Continue reading
Love had no pride..
Love had no pride.. Pretty wishes, pretty memories, become kind and sweet places we have known. I remember my greatest wish, a ginger hair girl with the eyes of hazel. She was once,… Continue reading
Once we the Elvis sings..
Once we had the Elvis songs… Hello girl, it Johnnie in Michigan and I am sorry to call you at at Midnight hours. The drink is wearing me down and I am listening… Continue reading