The waltz of the Angels. Remembering dear Joey.
The waltz of the Angels. I told the barkeeper. Keep the long Island ice teas coming. Sunday morning is a-coming. I need to be blinded by the morning. He gave me a sad… Continue reading
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I wanted a true love once.
I don’t need you. At the Purgatory Inn. Old men wisdom means little.Dead men wisdom is buried and gone forever. I’m sitting with old writers and fellow non-believers in the lullabies of the… Continue reading
Love drove me to madness.
I remember the summer days spend with you, my love. Hots day became hotter nights. You were a ravishing and tempting beauty. You loved the sea, and you loved the wine country of… Continue reading
Delicate flower.
Delicate flower. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some people and places are perfect. They are delicate flowers and perfect places. Delicate flower. I was a wore and torn man, receded into the whiskey… Continue reading
Ancient floors.
Ancient floors. In the mirrors of time.Old windows may never be closed. Surging memories and regret leave us wishing we were kinder and better.The broken roads leave me spiraling in the memories of… Continue reading
Come live with me and be my love.
Come live with me and be my love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry “I stole the line from the great writer Christopher Marlowe” Come live with me and be my love (Come live with… Continue reading
The missing pieces.
The missing pieces A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Fragrance of what we were do appear. I looked into the mirror. The once warrior had become the house plant. This is sad.” (My last day… Continue reading
Lingering, cherishing places.
1- Lingering I remember you.Those lingering kisses andyour silken tender skin against me.Your love was holy and sweet. 2- Cherishing places. The aroma of summer flowers upon your skin.Your perfect tan legs across… Continue reading
Little truth.
Little truth A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Rarely we know the real facts. A controlled media leaves us blind and dumb.” Little truth. Dead cities. Now destroyed and burned. Who have won these… Continue reading
Lessons engraved into my mind and my heart.
Lessons engraved into my mind and my heart. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is learning to be wiser and kinder. Lessons engraved into my mind and my heart. The hollow hour leaves me alone with my thoughts.Hidden… Continue reading