Wicked games, we do play..
Wicked games, we do play… 1- We stole kisses, we said so many words of lies. We loved the wicked game. We adored our naked nights, where we shared sin and gin. We… Continue reading
Wicked games, we do play… 1- We stole kisses, we said so many words of lies. We loved the wicked game. We adored our naked nights, where we shared sin and gin. We… Continue reading
Lady mischief… The Coyote told the falling Sun, the rising moon. I need less hard days, I need more easy day, cooler nights. I want deep and soulful jazz, the long river near… Continue reading
“As long as the poet’s words live, the beloved will be, in a way, still alive too.” Shakespeare “If a writer falls in love with you, you can never die.”― Mike Everett “If a… Continue reading
Hemingway whiskey.. ( April is poetry month. Poem number eighteen.) Old man wrote into his journal, My secrets, my sins, my indiscreet deeds. Will never be written or spoken aloud. They would die… Continue reading
Once upon a Summer day.. ( April is poetry month. Poem number seventeen.) She was the kindest and pretties gal in Monterey. I called her, my lady of the sea. She called me,… Continue reading
The sea. (New poem sixteen for April. The poetry month.) The old poet told the young poets, old ladies and the kids. 1- Bit by bit, piece by piece. We are create puzzles… Continue reading
I am growing old and I know now what life is. My grandfather told me often. “Nothing good to say. Say nothing. Better to hold silence than to create a unrepairable situation. ”… Continue reading
A true love of mine… Once a Scottish gal, I did love. We found love on a warm Spring day and I loved her voice. She talked of Scotland and she asked me.… Continue reading
( April is poetry month. This is poem number seven. Never published. Found in a journal written in 2017.) Under the willow tree. We danced.. Once we held love over everything. Love was… Continue reading
Wild heartsA Poem by Coyote Poetry (Taking chances, writing in different directions. ) 1- We were naked, we twisted our bodies into a unfinished puzzleand we shared our wildest dreams.We talked and we used twisted… Continue reading