The lilac wine.. ———————————— She whispered, maybe, maybe not. Let’s allow the lilac wine, to write the story for us. ——————————————————————————————- Life is many colors, we can paint her black, we can paint… Continue reading
Love goes, on and on… 1- The poet’s wisp. Maybe lies, maybe true. He told the night. Life is a game of truth and dare. Do we play or not? Sometimes the truth… Continue reading
Beautiful Eva Cassidy… We lost you before your songs were not done. You were just a baby, when cancer stole you from us. I hope you know dear beautiful Eva. Your voice bless… Continue reading
Jazzy Thursday poetry.. 1- I told her she was so damn pretty. I love those eyes of coffee brown. I had watched her dance alone. Tight black dress, strong legs and robust body… Continue reading
Old love… She called me at midnight and she whispered. Johnnie, Johnnie. Do you remember me? I am so damn lonely tonight and please Johnnie. Can I come to you tonight? I told… Continue reading
Let us slow dance, while the world ends my darling. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Doris Day had stole my heart again. “Kiss me once, kiss me twice, kiss me once again.. Doris Day… Continue reading
The empty jars.. I watched her in the kitchen organizing the empty mason jars and empty bottles.She told me on a cold Winter morning,I store my dreams in the old mason jars.Each one… Continue reading
San Francisco.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry A wild and fun city. The people were kind and the city was safe for people seeking good drink and a good time. I found this poem… Continue reading
My great love.. Part two I told the young writer, we shall have many great loves. Many women will steal our heart, make us want everything and more. But there are those maidens,… Continue reading
The stranger song.. Pretty lady asked her old lover. When did we become strangers?Once we talked, danced and sang the whole night through. Now we sit together. Your eyes had died and your… Continue reading