The dance of the Gypsies. A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Love, song and dance, blood and the road.” The dance of the Gypsies. I was in downtown Cologne, Germany in 1979.Watching dark eyes beautiful women dancing and singing on the… Continue reading
I want to drink whiskey with Amanda.. Beautiful Amanda wanted to drink with Leonard Cohen andI want to listen to her and to drink the whiskey with her.I want to hear hear voice… Continue reading
SOS. 1- When a poet cries, he cried alone. He writes his tears to paper and allow them to be settle into a journal. Sometime madness can find us, and we forget to… Continue reading
Painting pretty pictures. Tonight I am drinking the Irish coffee and I am remembering better days. I am painting pretty pictures with my words, and I am trying to remember your face. I… Continue reading
Just a slow dance. 1- We found the dancefloor and she gave me, eyes piercing glances. She looked deeply into my eyes and she whispered. Us, Scottish girls believe love is forever. Tonight… Continue reading
Damned if you do, damned if you don’t.. My friend told me. Be careful Johnnie. She is a feral cat. Can’t tame or keep in the house. She had ginger hair and eyes… Continue reading
A safe place to go. I’m dreaming of Big Sur andI’m wanting to be at the River Inn.Listening to good music and drinking the good wine.The California coastline saved my life once.I found… Continue reading
Lilac wine. Pretty pictures are left now and now you are gone. I sit by the lilac trees and I’m smelling the lavender in the air. You were my Spring love, my summer… Continue reading
Some quotes and a song from Joan Baez. I adore her and her music for many years. Grandmother told me often. Sugar and honey can bring peace and calm to us. Anger and… Continue reading
My Grandfather’s house. (First written on 14 March 1976- Rewritten 29 December 2015) Time has moved too quickly.I have growth from a small lad to an old man. I remember following you my… Continue reading
