The old man blues…
The old man blues… A black wind is touching my face, neither sadness or happiness can I know. I ain’t cold, I ain’t warm. I am just alive. Once a misty eyes beauty… Continue reading
The old man blues… A black wind is touching my face, neither sadness or happiness can I know. I ain’t cold, I ain’t warm. I am just alive. Once a misty eyes beauty… Continue reading
Hell-bound I am and the whiskey tasting better…. Once saintly man found sin, whiskey and the drinking songs. He and Hank William Jr. sing nightly in Belton, Texas together. The one-handed bartender make… Continue reading
The Coyote song, lest we forget… A Poem by Coyote Poetry Beautiful Joni Mitchell and some words. Lest we forget… Lately the days have become slower and I want less. Once the wild… Continue reading
Steal a memory, borrow a memory… A Poem by Coyote Poetry Memories become our wealth in old age. Steal a memory, borrow a memory… The dilemma of a long life. The restless heart learn… Continue reading
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 her… Continue reading
Can’t take my mind off you…….. —Feel like million year ago and once, you and I believed in love.—- —I ran from your memory, I tried to forget your face. The running man… Continue reading
The cold night whispered… The April rain hid my tears and I walked alone. Once great love turn indifferent and our love true turn to fathom dreams. We spoke careless words, maybe true,… Continue reading
My great love … 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, who can… Continue reading
I am here… Loneliest man in the bar, drinking alone. He told the smoking cigarette and the empty whiskey glass, you knew the ending at the beginning. A soft hand touched his shoulder,… Continue reading
The silence and the sea. A Poem by Coyote PoetryWe need to listen to the sea, the wind and rebirth each day hopeful and ready. The silence and the sea…. Blessed is the… Continue reading