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
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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
You make me crazy dear Paloma.
You make me so crazy my dear Paloma. Damn those eyes, damn those green eyes that steal my thoughts and my dreams. You and I. Kindred spirit seeking proper peace and peace in… Continue reading
We were young once.
We were young once. “We poets in our youth begin with gladness; But there off in the end despondency and madness.” Wordsworth “Soldiers rest! Thy warfare o’er, Dream of fighting fields no more:… Continue reading
Imagine there is no wars.
1- Dear child The world weeps blood.Whole world blinded by hate and separation.Who will tell the child?He was born with no chance or opportunity.Born to learn to survive daily.Living in refugees camps. Unwanted… Continue reading
The dance of the flower.
The dance of the flowers. My dear and sweet love, please come walk with me. My dearest and kindest friend, please dance with me in the field of the wildflowers. Today the earth… Continue reading