Silence and listen. Remembering Mindy McCready.
Silence and listen. (The holidays are here. Time to check on people we love. Everyone needs a kind word and a reminder. They are needed and a part of our life.) Old man… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Poet
The cold night whispered.
The cold night whispered. The April rain hid my tears and I walked alone.Once great love turns indifferent andour love true turn to fathom dreams. We spoke careless words,maybe true, maybe not?Maybe we… Continue reading
Beautiful stranger.
Beautiful stranger. Sitting alone in the corner in a piano bar in Austin, Texas.Reflecting on things lost on the road. Strangers are around me.Whispering secret to their lovers.Under the dim lights.Where words are twisted to revive passion… Continue reading
A bloody Mary.
A bloody Mary. A pretty girl sat alone and I introduced myself. My name is Johnnie, and I sat near her. She told me, my name is Paloma, and she sat in a… Continue reading
Mercy, mercy me.
Mercy, mercy me… We were Long Island ice teas and long talks.We were free climbers of the free mountains, and we loved dancing with the Pacific.You were the most beautiful woman, I ever… Continue reading
Sweet pleasure and rare delights.
Sweet pleasure and rare delights. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some memories become sweeter with time. Sweet pleasure and rare delights… Sweet pleasure, rare delights.Some dreams should not be touched.They burn the heart till… Continue reading
The drinking song.
The drinking song. Once I met Bukowski in California and he told me. Never truth a man, who never drinks. I learn with old age. He was right. Drunk men or women will… Continue reading
Dead poets.
1- Open doors Open the shades wide.Lite the incense candles of lavender and sweet wild flowers.Don’t be afraid of the dark and lonely nights.We are just flesh and bones.Needing to dance into the… Continue reading
SOS.
SOS. 1- When a poet cries, he cried alone. He writes his tears to paper and allow them to be settle into a journal. Sometime madness can find us, and we forget to… Continue reading
Sara Little Wolf.
Sara Little Wolf. Once a pretty Ojibwa gal stole my heart and my thoughts. Her coffee brown eyes and golden-brown skin made me wish to swim in her kind and gentle eyes. She… Continue reading