I need a Spring time kiss..
I need a Spring time kiss, a Summer love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Remembering, maybe? I need a Spring time kiss, a Summer love… I need a Spring time kiss, a Summer love.… Continue reading
I need a Spring time kiss, a Summer love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Remembering, maybe? I need a Spring time kiss, a Summer love… I need a Spring time kiss, a Summer love.… Continue reading
Maybe yes, maybe no?… I been hiding in the highway 35 taverns for three months. Started drinking early in the morning and writing till darkness, the happy hours blues poetry. Once I was… Continue reading
My Bonnie gal… I returned to Glasgow in late 1979. I was trying to find a memory, a kind memory. In the Spring of 1978, a beautiful Bonnie girl loved me so. She was… Continue reading
Painting pretty pictures.. Tonight I am drinking the Irish coffee and I am remembering better days. I am painting pretty pictures with my words and I am trying to remember your face. I… Continue reading
Wasted words and lonely nights. A Poem by Coyote Poetry The lessons of love are taught to harden or soften the heart. Wasted words and lonely nights.. I found her sitting alone in the corner… Continue reading
Stay with me.. I sip my coffee.Watching the movement of the branches outside my bedroom. It was a stormy night.Her beautiful nude body lays on the top of the blankets. I watch her… Continue reading
The Bacchus wine….Part one.. She was a Gypsy girl beauty. She had wildest eyes, the eyes of wonder and miracles. She waited for me in a bed of cotton sheets, her robust body… Continue reading
A whiskey and a glass of water… She gave me whiskey kisses and we danced the Texas two-step till the witches hours. She was a bad, bad woman and I wanted more and… Continue reading
Kiss me and say hello.. The Jazzy songs had saved me. The jazzy songs, I needed. Once on a blue moon night, I told the prettiest girl in Michigan. I loved her so.… Continue reading
My North Dakota hurricane.. Beneath the midnight Monterey moon, we danced, we drank and we adored the Winter storms of the Pacific. We served as soldiers in the daytime and in the night.… Continue reading