We need more barefoot days. And a beautiful Mean Mary song.
We need more barefoot days. (April is poetry month. New poetry number ten.) I feel in love with the Pacific Ocean in 1992. I was very lucky. The Army send me to Fort… Continue reading
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The hanging tree. And a beautiful Rachel Zegler song.
The hanging tree. In 1991, I needed nothing, I wanted nothing. I was seeking the good death. A pretty lady with the saddest eyes in Michigan, she asked me. What are seeking Johnnie?… Continue reading
The death of love, a lonely lullaby. And a beautiful Mean Mary song.
The death of love. A lonely lullaby. 1- Once upon a time, you came to me at midnight and you went to my bedroom. You stripped off your clothing and you waited for… Continue reading
Don’t allow the world to make you beg.
Don’t allow the world to make you beg. Can we be imprison by lies? Can we be locked away and forgotten? Don’t allow the liars into your mind, don’t allow the naysayers to… Continue reading
Dear Gail.
Dear Gail. She was my sea dancer; she was a kind lover. Now, she is a lasting memory, and she is tattoos on my mind. I was being loco, drinking and trying to… Continue reading
A good day to be alive.
Friendship? A good day to be alive my friend. A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Each day is a opportunity to do something good.” A good day to be alive my friend (Can you… Continue reading
A love story remembered. And beautiful music by Lola and Hauser.
We didn’t know, love was like a fleeing butterfly.We tried to hold the wind, we tried to stop time,we held our kisses long and sweet.We didn’t know.Love words, love dances, just magic and… Continue reading
The tango lullaby.
The tango lullaby. Loving lady is waiting for me, her black tight dress covering up little. Allowing her long tan legs to tempt my visions when I arrived at the night club. She… Continue reading
The liar’s moon.
The liar’s moon. The Coyote was quiet tonight, tranquil night allowed him to recede to the deep tides of memory. The warm days of Spring always awoke the memory of his sweetest friend.… Continue reading