Waiting for a miracle.
1- Cheryl.. Few speak your name now. When the whiskey is good and I seek pretty faces in my lonely nights. I remember you. You were a wild eyes woman who wanted to… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Poet
My Texas rose.
My Texas rose. The sweetest gal in Texas told me. Please give me your address and I will write you when you are gone. I told her, she was a treasure, a blessing… Continue reading
The lovely silence and a beautiful Paloma Faith song.
The lovely silence. The real poets and writers know. The silence is golden. Words become meaningless in the midnight hours. True lovers don’t need to speak. They allow their mouth, hands and body… Continue reading
Falling backwards.
Falling backwards. I liked California. Made me think and drink less. I never understood the California girls. They wanted to figure out the messy world, and you can’t. The taverns in California were… Continue reading
My goddess of Spring.
My goddess and beautiful muse of Spring. ( A warm Spring day had arrived. I needed to feel the warm sun upon my face.) The cold of Winter fade away when I look… Continue reading
Amie do; Amie does.
Amie do, Amie does.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good to be fearless and touch dreams. Amie do; Amie does. Beautiful as the… Continue reading
Hanging with Charles Bukowski. And a poem.
Go all the way. Don’t give in, don’t give-up.If you dream. Dream big.Life is ours to test. We must test life, love many and see the beauty of our world. Find the sea,… Continue reading
My greatest regret was you.
My greatest regret was you 1- Loved and lost Dear Lizzy, my beautiful Liz.Honey, sweetheart and my love.Where are you now?Once we drank the Long Island iced tea and laughed at the midnight moon.You were… Continue reading
You are my poetry and a beautiful Tilda Swinton poem.
You are my poetry. Forlorn love, treasured memories. You used to read poetry to me by the candle light. You were my heavenly voice, sweet songs when life became too hard. Once we… Continue reading
The waltz.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry (The ocean and love create emotions and passion that stay with us forever.) The waltz. We were doing a waltz upon the beach.The waves were the orchestra.The wind was… Continue reading