Tempting fate..
Tempting fate… I am walking in the rain, the cold March rain upon my face. I am walking away from place of love turn black. I left a lady crying and alone. Our sweet… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Relationships
Katie wrote..
Katie wrote A Poem by Coyote PoetryA old poem with a proper re-write. Katie wrote.. Painted words and bloody thoughts are what the writer understand and hold tightly to. The wisp and grasps of… Continue reading
No regrets.. My Iron Mountain gal.
No regret… A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good people bless us with their time and friendship. No regret… She was a Iron Mountain, Michigan girl.Eyes of golden brown, long legged and a robust… Continue reading
The Gypsy moon..
The Gypsy moon.. 1- Please listen to the song of nature, she is bleeding, she is dying. Mother Earth, giver of the water, giver of the plants and the giver of the clean… Continue reading
Beautiful portraits..
Beautiful portraits… I drew with my pen, beautiful places and beautiful faces to paper. I keep alive kind memories, I keep alive the memories of the ancient cities, I once saw. I create… Continue reading
Love Posies.
Love Posies… His pretty love, dear Veronica told him. You promised me love posies, everyday of my life. You promised me morning posies and you promised to read love posies before we sleep.… Continue reading
The maiden of Summer…
The maiden of Summer… Was a beautiful late June day and I walking in the early morning in the lake St. Clair. My bare feet enjoyed the coldness of the morning lake. The… Continue reading
The madness, we knew..
The madness, we knew.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some Big Sur poetry. The madness, we knew… You loved the whiskey, you love the sin and you loved the long ride. You wanted the… Continue reading
Ghost and shadows.. Part two.
Ghost and shadows… Johnnie sat with Tanya. He loved seeing her face, the fire and great storms in her eyes make him believe. Life was more than him. Life could be everything and… Continue reading
Waiting for a miracle. Poetry for dear Cheryl..
Waiting for a miracle. Some mini-poetry. 1- Cheryl.. Few speak your name now. When the whiskey is good and I seek pretty faces in my lonely nights. I remember you. You were a… Continue reading