I had a immortal love once..
I had a immortal love once… I told the whiskey glass. The worst sin done, is something we wanted to do and we didn’t do. Most of us learn too late. Words can… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Poem
The poet’s eyes, the lover’s song..
The poet’s eyes, the lover’s song… A pretty lady glided across the room to me. Her eyes inflamed with the hunger for a dance, sweets words and some kisses. I told her. Dear… Continue reading
Maybe I, maybe you..
Maybe I, maybe you… Maybe it was the sea or maybe it was the stars? Maybe we were the fortunate ones, we were brave in the dance of love. I kissed her neck,… Continue reading
The day is gone and the dark night is here.
The day is gone and the dark nights are here.. I never liked the month of December. I seem to lost more than I gained. Once , after a war, I returned home… Continue reading
One more cup of coffee and a glass of Black Velvet too.
One more cup of coffee and a glass of the Black Velvet too… I loved the Belton, Texas dance halls. The good music, the Texas two-step and the women seeking more than they… Continue reading
Mystical places…
A Poem by Coyote Poetry First love, first real kiss and the first true words of love become mystical places where we can find in sweet dreams forever.” Mystical places.. Many types of… Continue reading
The sweet red wine.. Almost a love story.
The sweet red wine It was early fall. The sweet new wines of Germany came out.They are cheap and tasty.It was a beautiful late summer day.The youth of the city of Boeblingen surrounded… Continue reading
Sing, drink and dance till the end..
Sing, drink and dance till the end A Poem by Coyote PoetryOld poem written when I was young and questions all things. I learn we are in-charge of our life. Best walk the good… Continue reading
Almost lovers.. New poetry Monday.
Almost lovers.. 1. Almost lovers, we tried to be. We had youth and the sweet wine. We were Doc Holliday and dear Kate. Untamed and so damn brave. Somewhere in time. Love wasn’t… Continue reading
Monday morning new poetry.
Monday morning poetry. 1- Was just a kiss, was just a sweet memory. Maybe was the sweetest kiss? 2- Was just a Summer day, was a day of the sea and the dance.… Continue reading