The lake song…
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
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
Once we had the Elvis songs… Hello girl, it Johnnie in Michigan and I am sorry to call you at at Midnight hours. The drink is wearing me down and I am listening… Continue reading
Love didn’t break my heart. Life did. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometimes life teaches us hard lessons. Love didn’t break my… Continue reading
Faded into you.. To and fro the fool shall wander. Once hopeful man wanted a sweet gal and a perfect life. Now he loved the Jazz clubs and the songs. He had the… Continue reading
“I like the way your nametastes in my mouth.” Green.. Remember to forget… 1- Regards to a old memory. Once your name, made me smile. Once your sweet voice. Made me know joy.… Continue reading
Stripped to the bone.. I told her, I love the darkest things. I want a love so dark, my world turn purple/black. I don’t want sweet words, I want demanding words. I want… Continue reading
The serene stillness.. Busy life, work and no play Johnnie. He learn life is more than seeking money. In the serene stillness, he remember his daughter laughter, her love of butterflies. He remember… Continue reading