“Russian roulette”
Russian roulette Beautiful young woman dances on a stage on the border of Austin. Moving like a butterfly in the breeze. Holding the attention of the men holding tight to good whiskey and… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Poet
“Just words”
Just words A Poem by Coyote Poetry Write, write and write some more. Our words outlast our memory. There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and… Continue reading
“You cross my mind in the midnight hours”
You cross my mind in the midnight hours A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love is a wild dance. Leave us holding tightly. Hoping forever with the breaking dawn ready to end the perfect… Continue reading
“She serene me”
She serene me with the sweet words of love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words of love leave us weak and needing more. She serene me with the sweet words of love… Continue reading
Dirty little secret-part four
Dirty little secrets (At bottom. Will take you the other chapters.) Me and Liz sat till 4 am at the small park. She told me. “I came alive because of you. Once you… Continue reading
A old poem with the same meaning-What will be left?
What will be left? A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need to show concern for Nature. Before she disappears. What will be left? I took my children to the lake. Signs are… Continue reading
“Bare and true”
Bare and true A Poem by Coyote Poetry Few times in a life. We open up to another and show them the real person. Bare and true She was a noble beauty… Continue reading
“Whisky lullaby”
Whiskey lullaby “Extensible Senses”, 2015-2016, Yuriy Ku Drop A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Whiskey lullaby I watched her undress slowly. She have found me drinking whiskey alone at the Monterey Bay. … Continue reading
“Just a ghost in this house”
Just a ghost in this house A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. < Just a ghost in this house Once love was alive and well in our home. Laughter, song and the… Continue reading
Just might
Just might A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Just might She gave me a kind smile as we danced the Texas two-step. She whispered in my wanting hears. “Dear Johnnie. People are… Continue reading