Haunt me…
Haunt me… I found her again at the hard metal club in Austin and she was dressed in her black skirt and her favorite black blouse. I stay at a distance and I… Continue reading
Tag Archive: poems
The first time I saw your face…
The first time I saw your face I found lonely road and Godless heart. I was seeking good death and I was a leftover life waiting for no-one and nothing. I was roaming… Continue reading
The dance of the flowers..
The dance of the flowers… My dear and sweet love, please come walk with me. My love, please dance with me in the field of the wildflowers. Today the earth is alive and… Continue reading
She was a sea dancer..
She was a sea dancer… She was a painter, part-time poet and she was a sea dancer. She could paint the sea, she could paint the forest and she would paint the faces… Continue reading
Russian roulette..
Russian roulette.. Beautiful young women dances on a stage on the border of Austin.Moving with the movement like a butterfly in the breeze.Holding the attention of the men holding tight to good whiskey and gin. A religion man… Continue reading
The sway of the sea..
The sway of the sea.. I watched her paint her face, she covered her majesty face with colors of brown and black. I told her, you don’t need the make-up. Your beautiful face,… Continue reading
No take-backs my dear friend. And a powerful Tom Jones song.
No take-backs my dear friend.. Young man in the dark tavern told the bar Poet. I broke a woman heart and I spoke cold and heartless words, I should of never said. The… Continue reading
Resemble love…
Resembled love A Poem by Coyote Poetry True love is rare and hard to find. Resembled love.. Pretty as a perfect picture and she gave me sly smile and a wink.I was weary… Continue reading
A Poet’s love..
“As long as the poet’s words live, the beloved will be, in a way, still alive too.”Shakespeare “If a writer falls in love with you, you can never die.”― Mike Everett“If a writer loves… Continue reading
Words. Do they have value?
Words A Poem by Coyote Poetry Do words have value? Words.. Once I was the talker, the jokester, the man who laughed at the struggle of the world. I believed I was invincible and… Continue reading