Time after time..
Time after time ——————————————————————————— The folly of time, we believe, some things shall last forever. We learn, time can be a thief, moved so damn fast. We learn too late, every words spoken,… Continue reading
Tag Archive: music
I didn’t know..
I didn’t know.. My September lover would heat up the coming days of Autumn of 1978. She promised me today only. We danced in a forbidden love hidden in the secret corner of… Continue reading
Bang, bang. And a beautiful Nancy Sinatra song.
Bang, bang… You were my Tijana Radeska and I was your Doc Holliday. We loved to argue, we love to wrestle till we fell into secret kisses near the Lake St. Clair. You… Continue reading
We are, what we become.
We are, what we become… 1- They tried to shame her, they could not. She saw in their dirty eyes, whiskey, sin and sadness. She knew what she wanted, and she took it.… Continue reading
Fifty shades of black. Maybe more?
Dear Sharon… I knew I was Winter and you were the Spring kiss. You were the hurricane and I was the pond water. I wrote to dear Sharon Kovacs, please give me one… Continue reading
Kiss me and say hello..
Kiss me and say hello.. The Jazzy songs had saved me. The jazzy songs, I needed. Once on a blue moon night, I told the prettiest girl in Michigan. I loved her so.… Continue reading
I hope your days be bright and love will be near you always.
I hope your days be bright and love will be near you always.. She was the Gypsy girl, Monterey Bay dancer. She would gather her friends and they would find the sea. They… Continue reading
Angel dancing, too close to earth..
Angel dancing, too close to the earth. A Poem by Coyote PoetryJust words. Angels dancing, too close to… Continue reading
The rising sun.. New Orleans is smiling.
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 drank… Continue reading
The lovely silence..
The lovely silence.. The real poets and writers know. The silence is golden. Words become meaningless in the midnight hours. True lovers don’t need to speak. They allow their mouth, hands and body… Continue reading