Should have loved you more..
Should have loved you more…. He left love doorway 2,500 miles away. The hardest and coldest man, he loved the whiskey and he loved the taverns. He loved the darkest days and he… Continue reading
Should have loved you more…. He left love doorway 2,500 miles away. The hardest and coldest man, he loved the whiskey and he loved the taverns. He loved the darkest days and he… Continue reading
As Long as The Grass Shall Grow…. He told the prettiest girl in his world, thank you for staying with me.I have been following you since the Summer of 1976 and you allowed… Continue reading
My true love A Poem by Coyote Poetry written in 1978-rewritten in 2014. My true love… The feeling of joy is you. I have been submerge in your sweet kiss and tender embrace.… Continue reading
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
Secret love A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Let’s the bells ring, and let the boy sing, let the cup go around.” John Fletcher Secret love… You bare your words, exposing secret places and… Continue reading
Dandelions dreams A Poem by Coyote Poetry Spring days bring hope. Dandelions wishes… The Spring days are alive. The dandelions are growing free and wild in the valley. The lovers hold the dandelion… Continue reading
The wild child… The poet loved the careless girl, he loved the girl who loved the sweet wines and she could make him smile with her dance, her beautiful voice and her eyes… Continue reading
Your love, like Heroin… Lace and silk, whiskey and sin, pain and misery we loved. I loved to watch you paint your beautiful face and I told you. You are a natural beauty.… Continue reading
Delicate and boundless.. Marianne found me drinking alone by the Texas river. I was drinking the Black Velvet whiskey at noon and writing old-man poetry. She took my journal and she read my… Continue reading
I was told… The prettiest and most dangerous lady, I was told she was, always writing down her words and she was waiting for me, her strong coffee sweet and creamy, I saw… Continue reading