Misty eyes.
Misty eyes. You bathe me with your hazel eyes, your morning misty eyes. We have hot coffee, early morning, the sun rising from the east. I tell you, let’s slow down this day,… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Online Writing
The lull of the lullaby.
The lull of your lullaby. I thirst for darkness, not light. I seek wild dances, not the shade of real love that will fade. I want the divine kiss and the long midnight.… Continue reading
Beautiful portraits.
Beautiful portraits. I drew with my pen, beautiful places and beautiful faces to paper. I keep alive kind memories, I keep alive the memories of the ancient cities, I once saw. I create… Continue reading
What the children see.
What the children see… The children smile, the children laugh. Their eyes of wonder see a world of opportunities to test life, befriend many. A child doesn’t see color; the child doesn’t see… Continue reading
I’ll never fall in love again. And a great Tom Jones song.
I’ll never fall in love I went to the Stray Cat Inn on Monday night. Long Islands are three dollars till 9pm and the company kind and polite. I was waiting for my… Continue reading
My wild Texas rose.
My wild Texas rose. Kind mistress night brought her to me. The Austin, Texas bars brought people from all places together. When the moon took over the night sky. People from different places… Continue reading
Love conquered all. And please listen to the powerful music.
Love conquered all A Poem by Coyote Poetry Must know love and kindness to know joy and happiness. Love conquered all. Lovers drowning in the amorous of sweet kiss, long embrace andthe long dances… Continue reading
Write, write and write some more.
Write, write and write some more A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words are powerful. They create tears, laughter, happiness and sadness. Without the great word-men and word-women. What would we know and understand? … Continue reading
Hello again. For my dearest Peggy.
Hello again. For my dearest Peggy. I have learned to love the darkness of the taverns and the jazz clubs,where the people with nothing to hide, can go.Old men and old women tell… Continue reading
A thousand years. And a beautiful Julia Westlin song.
A thousand years. Where are you, my sweet lover? I searched for you and all I found was traces of smiles and scent of gentle and sweet perfume left. We had an untamed… Continue reading