Deeper and deeper we shall fall..
Deeper and deeper we shall fall.. She looked at me with eyes of hope and she questioned me. “If you want me. You must tell me so. I want to hear the sweet… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Relationships
Unforgettable.. And a amazing Nat King Cole song.
Unforgettable.. I found you waiting. Holding flowers of blue. I watched you pondering life and possibility. Your eyes rose up and you asked me. Was I okay? I told you. I create an… Continue reading
Her beauty had not blinded me..
Her beauty has not blinded me.. She roamed like a old tom cat.Wearing her black clothing like a mask. She tied her hair up into a tight knot.She don’t look boyish. Her dress… Continue reading
Sweet pleasures and rare delights..
Sweet pleasure and rare delights.. Sweet pleasure, rare delights.Some dreams should not be touched.They burn the heart till death allows you to escape. Beautiful woman dance in my memory.Sweet gifts from tender hearts… Continue reading
Come away with me..
Come away with me A Poem by Coyote PoetryWe all, need a grand adventure.. Come away with me…. We loved the cigarettes, the Johnnie Walker and the good songs. You were North Dakota born,… Continue reading
Beautiful Beatrice Marcella sat by the sea..
Beautiful Beatrice Marcella sat by the sea A Poem by Coyote PoetryBeautiful places and things can’t be forgotten. Beautiful Beatrice Marcella sat by the sea.. I sat in a field of wildflowers.The scent… Continue reading
Hello Jennifer..
Hello Jennifer A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. I found the poem in a 25 year old journal. Had to re-written. Hello Jennifer.. I called my Jennifer from the pay-phone in downtown… Continue reading
Tempting fate.. And a powerful Sofia Karlberg song.
Tempting fate.. I am walking in the rain, the cold March rain upon my rain. I am walking away from place of love turn black.I left a lady crying and alone.Our sweet words turned… Continue reading
Jazzy Friday.. Sleepless nights..
Sleepless nights.. You and me, me and you. We love the Jazzy songs, slow dancing bare-ass for the midnight moon and making love till noon. You are my coffee mornings, my Lone Islands… Continue reading
Dead flowers and some verbal poetry.
Dead flowers.. I came to you with some Tennessee whiskey and a small plant with rosemary trying to grow. I sat on your porch, waiting for you. I wanted to see your morning face,… Continue reading