The parable of the flower and the lovelorn man.
The parable of the flowers and the lovelorn man. She was a perfect beauty. She danced nightly on a stage in Killeen, Texas. I went nightly and I waited for my tainted beauty… Continue reading
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Beautiful faces and passionate kisses.
Beautiful faces and passionate kisses. When the night is long and sleep is far away.Sweet faces appeared to awake dead passion and re-birth ghosts lost in the sea of memories.Regret is plenty for… Continue reading
Sanctuaries of the sweet kiss and the embrace.
Sanctuaries of the sweet kiss and the embrace. A Poem by Coyote Poetry” Best days of a life. When love is being born. “Sanctuaries of the sweet kiss and embrace…. My beautiful enchantress.… Continue reading
Windmills of the mind.
Windmills of your mind. Grandfather told me often, life move quickly, make the good day last longer and forget the bad days. Now old age is upon me, the windmills of my mind,… Continue reading
If I could, I would.
If I could, I would. First words and last words, we cannot forget. If I could, I would go back in time, spend more time with dear grandmother. She called me honey, dear… Continue reading
Dear Cheryl, beautiful Cheryl. I remember you.
Dear Cheryl, beautiful Cheryl. I remember you. We were the lonely people; we learn to accept less. You came to me in the dark taverns, begged for a dance. I saw a million… Continue reading
Lady green, lady blue. A wonderful song.
Lady green, lady blue. Lady green, lady blue, lady sweet. Please allow me to watch you dance with the Pacific. Please allow me to waltz with you with the Summer moon above. Allow… Continue reading
Powerful song and a poem. July never stayed.
July never stayed. I found you on a Mayday. Was a warm Spring Day and I never saw anyone so beautiful. We were young and so brave. We drank the German wine, and… Continue reading
The rising sun.
The rising sun I sat in the New Orleans in 1996 in a old rustic tavern on main street. I liked New Orleans, hard time and hard days couldn’t kill her spirit. I… Continue reading
If I had magic.
If I had magic Johnnie walked the California Fault line alone. Looking for an ancient and holy place.The desert mountain hard and her natural beauty.Perfect place to hide wishing wells and to burn… Continue reading