Wild horses.
Wild horses.. 1- She as a blooming flower of nineteen, her eyes filled with the glittering of never-ending madness. She wanted ancient cities and aged wines. She wanted to learn the tango and … Continue reading
Tag Archive: music
One. Hopeful and beautiful song for peace by lovely Lucy Gallant.
ONE A Poem by Coyote Poetry We must stop our hateful leaders. We must become “ONE” in ensuring no child or person is hungry or homeless. We must stop the violence. Allow people to… Continue reading
One tin soldier.
One tin soldier… A prologue to a good life. We need sin, we need whiskey and we need kind women. I learn the rage of Hemingway and the sadness of Salinger and Kosinski.… Continue reading
Wild Maria, dancing Maria. My Winter storm.
Wild Maria, dancing Maria. My Winter storm. The crimson night, the thunder storms of life had brought me to you. I watched you from a distance and I dreamed of moonlight nights, feeling… Continue reading
I want you and an amazing Holly Troy song.
I want you… 1- She ran into the field of wildflowers. She stirred his eyes, she stirred his mind and heart. He loved her wild eyes and the questions in her voice. She… Continue reading
One.
“ONE” A Poem by Coyote Poetry We must stop our hateful leaders. We must become “ONE” in ensuring no child or person is hungry or homeless. We must stop the violence. Allow people to… Continue reading
The Jazzy Friday nights.
The Jazzy Friday nights… The jazz is best on Friday night in Austin, Texas. So many people roaming the city and the jazz men are playing their song sweetly and so damn good.… Continue reading
Bad to the bone.
Bad to the bones.. (My new puppy Sergeant. He is bad to the bones too.) (Written in 1989 rewritten today) I’m going crazy. I don’t know which way is out or in.I have… Continue reading
Hey, that is no way to say goodbye. And an amazing Leonard Cohen song.
Hey, That isn’t no way to say goodbye You were my warm Spring day. The sun, the moon and my flowing river of hope. You were my first love and last love. I… Continue reading
The rising sun.
The rising sun I sat in the New Orleans in 1996 in a old rustic tavern on main street. I liked New Orleans, hard time and hard days couldn’t kill her spirit. I… Continue reading