The heartstrings..
The heartstrings She poured the sweet red wine into her Grandparent borrowed wine glasseswith soft and tender hands. Her eyes of river blue looked into my eyes.He knew she was playing him… Continue reading
The heartstrings She poured the sweet red wine into her Grandparent borrowed wine glasseswith soft and tender hands. Her eyes of river blue looked into my eyes.He knew she was playing him… Continue reading
If we make it through December… Pretty Jenny was long legged and sweet as the Fall honey. She loved the Texas two-step and I love having her body near. She was a Austin… Continue reading
Love conquered all A Poem by Coyote Poetry Must know love and kindness to know joy and happiness. Love conquered all.. Lovers drowning in the amorous of sweet kiss, long embrace andthe long dances,… 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 eyes. I… Continue reading
The family tradition… A godly man tried to save me. He told me to quit the drink and he told me to leave the dance-hall gals alone. If you don’t. You will be… Continue reading
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
Beautiful faces and passionate kisses. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good to be young in heart. Willing to rebirth love and desire everyday of a life. Beautiful faces and passionate kisses.. When the… Continue reading
A fairytale ending A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime life is fair. We can have a fairytale ending when all things fall into place properly. A fairytale ending.. Love letters are sent andnew hope… Continue reading
Dear Julie A Poem by Coyote Poetry A letter in a sense. Dear Julie.. My merciful friend.I received your letter.I was at my worst.You kind words of love and devotion made me dream… Continue reading
Blushing beauty stole my heart… The drunk poet, he loved the noisy Austin taverns. He liked the people who had fallen and they liked silence over worthless words. The sameness of faces made… Continue reading