My wild Maria, my dancing Maria, my Winter storm..
My wild Maria, my dancing Maria, my Winter storm. The crimson night, the thunder storms of life had brought me to you. I watched you from a distance and I dreamed of moonlight… Continue reading
My wild Maria, my dancing Maria, my Winter storm. The crimson night, the thunder storms of life had brought me to you. I watched you from a distance and I dreamed of moonlight… Continue reading
Tell me, how you lived? Old poet told the people at the poetry reading. Dead men, do not rise. He read some quotes. “For each man kills the things he loves, Yet each… Continue reading
The irony of a love tale. Maybe love, maybe not? She told me. The irony of a love tale, maybe love, maybe not? She told me, Fickle I am, fickle I was. I… Continue reading
The skin, the gin and the sin city.. Pretty lady sat near me at the tavern and I said hello. She smiled and she came nearer. She caressed my military hair-cut and she… Continue reading
Love had no pride.. Pretty wishes, pretty memories, become kind and sweet places we have known. I remember my greatest wish, a ginger hair girl with the eyes of hazel. She was once,… Continue reading
My California. Once fearless man loved the Pacific, once brave man loved the hippy girls who sang and drank all night long. Once free man, don’t like his cage, no-more. He remember the… Continue reading
The Lake song.. I told her. I apology sweet Alison. Somewhere in time, the flowing river of love was murdered. I do not blame no-one. I have accepted my place. I have my… Continue reading
Russian roulette A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is taking chances. We will fall many times. If we are lucky. We will know peace one day. Russian roulette.. Beautiful young woman dances on… Continue reading
Dear Bridgette(Denying love rewards leave you with great reward) Sweet words once whispered by a ancient Poet. Dear Bridgette.Sweet and kind Poet. All of us hold madness, anger and regret.The lover who never… Continue reading
Last person standing A Poem by Coyote Poetry Not a happy epic prose poem. A poem to create logic and questions my friend. When leaders speak of Nuclear war. They must be foolish or… Continue reading