Mercy me.
Mercy me. We are dancing slow and easy to the blues, her body moving and grooving to the sound. Her eyes are closed, her shoes are off and her hips are feeling every… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Poem
The Stray Cat Inn.
The Stray Cat Inn. The night was dark and the night was long. The Poet was seeking final place to rest tonight. A sign directed him north. He found the last road on… Continue reading
Dear December, dear Jenny.
Dear December. The war couldn’t kill me and I returned home in 1992 and I called you.A sweet voice answered the phone and you whispered.Dear Johnnie, please come home to me. I would… Continue reading
A poem for Spring. Her garden.
Her garden. I loved her from a-far, she was a true beauty. She loved working in her garden and she loved her roses and her natural herbs. We would talk of Dryden, Donne… Continue reading
You get what you deserve.
Deserve. Father told me often, we get what we deserve. I played the bastard well and the darkness overtook my life. He turned to me and he whispered. Something we can’t be forgiven… Continue reading
Please one more dance near the sea.
Please one more dance near the sea. The Monterey pretty poet name Diane read to me. “Laughing, crying. Wanting, begging. Celebrating, complaining. Seeking nothing and wanting nothing. We like the hello and we… Continue reading
Please stay with me till the end of time.
Please stay with me till the end of time..A Poem by Coyote Poetry (Rare times in a life we can find comfort with another. We need to hold on till the dream disappears. ) Please… Continue reading
I hope your days be bright and love will be near you always.
I hope your days be bright and love will be near you always. She was my Gypsy girl, my Monterey Bay dancer. She would gather her friends, and they would find the sea.… Continue reading
An April girl, an April love.
An April girl, an April love. I want to marry a girl who love the days of Spring, I want to hold the hands of April blessing, I want to steal kisses by… Continue reading
Maybe, maybe not.
Maybe, maybe not. Maybe, maybe not she told him. We watched the sea and I journeyed into her eyes. She told me. When you open locked doors, spread the legs wide. Are we… Continue reading