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I need you now… What shall I remember my lady midnight? My exquisite beauty, you made me believe love was sweet, love was everything, we need. Till I fell into your eyes of… Continue reading
I need you now… What shall I remember my lady midnight? My exquisite beauty, you made me believe love was sweet, love was everything, we need. Till I fell into your eyes of… Continue reading
On the thread of a word (Freedom is only the distance between the hunter and his prey.) Bei Dao Just like a hurricane from hell.You twisted my world from a lonely existence to… Continue reading
Some days can be perfect A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is like the sea. We can be as powerful as a Winter storm or quiet as the smooth dance of the morning tide. … Continue reading
Little poems A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words.” Number one- With Johnnie Walker whiskey confident and on a wing and prayer. I asked the pretty Texas gal for a dance. The pretty maiden… Continue reading
Waterfall A Poem by Coyote PoetryThe waterfall, free-flowing water. Like we should be.)“ Hearts awryWary ghostly graspWeary lonely gaspYet I can’t holdEnclasp”Robert. Waterfall….. “Hearts awryWary ghostly graspWeary lonely gaspYet I can’t holdEnclasp” The night… Continue reading
I saw the sun in your eyes… You and I, we are dancing by the Monterey Bay, I am singing words of love for you. You asked me, Johnnie, why did you save… Continue reading
One, two, three, four. Do we begin again? 1- Did I find you? Or did you entrapped me?Am I the captive or the guard?One, two, three, four. Did we dance?Prey or predator, we… Continue reading
I tried to remember. I tried to remember the curves of your body. Us blindfolded by wild need and want on the cold days of Winter. I want to remember my hands touching… Continue reading
Sugar and spice.. You lifted your eyes for me. Your eyes dancing with joy and filled with wilderness.I whispered to you. Dear love. Do you want to hear a lullaby?You gave me a… Continue reading
Just a Black Velvet lullaby… I wrote to a old journal in a Austin, Texas tavern in 1993. The poet don’t cry, he just write some more. Hemingway told us, we, who love… Continue reading