Th drunken poet songs..
1- The beggar, just wanted a taste of her skin and her warm lips. The illusion of love near, made him believe, love was sweet, love was so good. Her whiskey kisses made… Continue reading
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On the thread of a word..
On the thread of a word.. (Freedom is only the distance between the hunter and his prey.) Bei Dao Just like a hurricane from hell.You twisted my world from a lonely existence to… Continue reading
Walking with giants. Number two.
Walking with giants. Number two.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry May poetry number six. I was writing poetry in my dreams. I hope you enjoy. Walking with giants. Number two… I am sixty-three years… Continue reading
Walking with giants. Number one.
Walking with giants. Number one… A Poem by Coyote Poetry May poetry number five… I wrote poetry in my dreams. I hope you enjoy. … Continue reading
When the war is over…
When the war is over ————————————————————————————————————– I haven’t been right, maybe I won’t be right again, I left war and war found me. Friends faces are hanging with me, a heavy sadness. My… Continue reading
The September song and a beautiful Katy Claire song.
The September song…. The leave are turning and the nights are cooler. The children are playing outside, enjoying the last days of Summer. I have become like the Autumn, my once young and … Continue reading
The Fall sweet honey..
The Fall sweet honey A Poem by Coyote PoetryThe days of Fall. Days for our life to slow down a-bit.” Fall sweet honey… Beautiful as the rising Summer sun,sweet and kind like the fresh… Continue reading
The last chance motel…
The last chance motel… Summer Texas night, cold drink and no-place to go. Michigan dreamer, drinking his Long Island teas and writing into a journal. “Song of my father, songs of the long highways,… Continue reading
Fabiola. Nothing remained the same..
Fabiola (Now nothing remains the same) Your name came to me late in the midnight hour, brought back the canvas of your perfect body, your kind smile and your beautiful face. Your name,… Continue reading
Somewhere in time…
(Nydia Lozano Painter) Somewhere in time… The paradox of living,we get what we deserve.Once, the prettiest lady I have ever known,waited for a wayward man.I remember the fragrance of her skin,the tenderness of… Continue reading