The Texas-two-step. Some mini-poetry.
The Texas two-step.. 1- A pretty gal asked me to dance in Belton, Texas. I asked her. Are you a college gal? She smiled and she told me. I am thirteen and I… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Relationships
We stole, we borrowed and we wanted more..
We stole, we borrowed and we wanted more.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry My muse is alive today. We stole, we borrowed and we wanted more.. Beautiful poet came to me and she whispered.… Continue reading
Dear Andrea..
Dear Andrea… I remembered dear Andrea. A lovely Michigan gal, once was kind to my young heart. I wrote into a notebook. “Time has pass us by,old wounds don’t hurt so badly.Old sorrow… Continue reading
She was a dancer…
She was a dancer… She was a dancer and I was the Monterey Irish Pub drunk. She could paint the sea, she could paint the forest and she could paint beautiful faces and… Continue reading
Nothing could stop me…
Nothing could stop me… Nothing could stop me from seeking you. A gentle Summer breeze caressed my face, warning me of a new journey to touch.Nothing could stop me from following you, walking… Continue reading
Hold on tightly baby..
Hold on tightly baby… You were the bloody storm my lover. You were my strawberry red-haired lady beauty on the Fifth street in Austin, Texas. For twenty dollars and a wrist band. You… Continue reading
Highway poetry..
(Highway poetry-short poemsA Poem by Coyote PoetryJust words) Wander or slowly die.. She was so beautiful.She moved like a wild and free animal.I knew she was untamed and lusted for the free highway.I… Continue reading
Just a slow dance and a beautiful Ana Popovic song.
Just a slow dance.. Once upon a blue moon, the prettiest gal in Ann Arbor loved me. I told the polite bartender. She told me. Johnnie, Johnnie. You come here almost every night… Continue reading
Love is blindness and a beautiful Holly Troy song..
Love is blindness… She laughed at his words. Love is blindness, all I can remember, is your face. She gave him a questionable face and she told him. You promise me posy of… Continue reading
When I am done…
When I am done.. I became the old man who waiting for no-one. Once I wanted everything and now. I need little. I wonder where do the old soldiers go? When they are… Continue reading