Sway with me. And an amazing Anita Kelsey song.
Sway with me. The Poet’s wish. Never sweet and never easy. A dancing beauty moved with the song. Her hips moving slowly with the tempting words. The dancing damsel, she knows she was… Continue reading
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Black roses. And an amazing song by Clare Bowen.
Black roses. Cynthia, eyes of stone with a cigarette in mouth. Whiskey breathe woman, looked me up and down, like a place of mystery. She asked me, what did you need soldier? I… Continue reading
Time after time and an amazing Pink song.
Time after time 1- The folly of time, we believe, some things shall last forever. We learn, time can be a thief, moved so damn fast. We learn too late, every words spoken,… Continue reading
Poetry for nature.
Poetry for nature. The mountain range,standing strong and beautiful.Art for the people who love the open and free spaces.The free climbers love the hard climbs and unknown endings.Finding secret and unknown paths leading… Continue reading
Angel’s dancing, too close to the ground.
Angel’s dancing, too close to the ground. Pretty wishes, deadly journeys led me to the Austin, Texas sun and you.Till I met you. I saw grey skies only and the drink was sweeter… Continue reading
Pretty pictures.
Pretty pictures. I loved love, but love didn’t love me. I told the pretty Austin, Texas gal. I adored her bare shoulders and her black dress that draped her skin tightly. She smiled… Continue reading
The drinking song.
Drinking song. Once I met Bukowski in California and he told me. Never truth a man, who never drinks. I learn with old age. He was right. Drunk men or women will tell… Continue reading
Sacred places and sweet dreams.
Sacred places and sweet dreams A Poem by Coyote Poetry Memories are like good red wine. Become more valuable with time and separation. Sacred places and sweet dreams.. She traced my skin with… Continue reading
One, two, three, four. Do we begin again?
ne, two, three, four. Do we begin again? 1- Did I find you? Or did you entrap me?Am I the captive or the guard?One, two, three, four. Did we dance?Prey or predator, we… Continue reading
Remembering the fragrance of Winter.
Remembering the fragrance of Winter. I had lived the soldier life. The warm days of Spring did not bring love. The lucky sought the rendezvous with the sweetness of love when the days… Continue reading