The lost and found..
The lost and foundA Poem by Coyote Poetry (When love is misplaced. hard to find again. ) The lost and found.. I loved the Monterey nights. I would walk from Fort Ord, California to… Continue reading
Tag Archive: music
Nothing left to lose…
Nothing left to lose.. I lay in the silence of deadening silence. All dreams dead and buried when you left me alone. You were my savior and my killer. I remember the first… Continue reading
Come away with me… And a beautiful Norah Jones song.
Come away with meA Poem by Coyote Poetry (Dreaming of a yesterday. ) Come away with me…. We loved the cigarettes, the Johnnie Walker and the good songs.You were North Dakota born, now California blessed.I… Continue reading
Beautiful Scottish eyes..
Beautiful Scottish eyes… Once I found the prettiest girl in the world. I fell into her eyes and she told me. Please Johnnie, don’t break my heart. I told her. Sheena, Sheena, my… Continue reading
I’m going to built me a heaven of my own..
I’m going to build me a heaven of my own.. It was a majesty night and the music was so damn good. I have money for the Scottish whiskey and the night was… Continue reading
My wild Maria, my dancing Maria..
My wild Maria, my 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… Continue reading
The echoes of yesterday..
The echoes of yesterday. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We must ensure. Today is our best day… The echoes of yesterday… I wonder do we listen to the echoes? The echoes of yesterday, I… Continue reading
Please come home to me…
Please come home to me.. I called you from Monterey. I told you the sea is so beautiful, the Pacific ocean sings to me, bring me hope. I drink coffee all day, I… Continue reading
The war, the blood and the guns.
The war, the blood and the guns… No-one is screaming for the child of war. They have known only blood and the sound of war.Who do we blame my friend?War is alive my… Continue reading
A New Orleans lullaby…
A New Orleans lullaby… I was station at Fort Hood for six years. I was the Dancing Coyote, always seeking laughter, good drink and pretty ladies. I Befriended a New York state gal.… Continue reading