Did I ever love you?
Did I ever love you?…. Dying,lying,needing,Bleeding. Pretty Poet, she sang her words sweet and sadly to willing listeners at the Poetry reading in Monterey coffee shop. Love is just myth and tale,love is… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Relationships
Almost lovers.. New poetry Monday.
Almost lovers.. 1. Almost lovers, we tried to be. We had youth and the sweet wine. We were Doc Holliday and dear Kate. Untamed and so damn brave. Somewhere in time. Love wasn’t… Continue reading
Monday morning new poetry.
Monday morning poetry. 1- Was just a kiss, was just a sweet memory. Maybe was the sweetest kiss? 2- Was just a Summer day, was a day of the sea and the dance.… Continue reading
A song of forever..
A song of forever… A song of forever, she didn’t want to sing. She had shun love and she wanted endless night, loud music and her colorful cotton dresses. She was my hippy… Continue reading
The damn and the foolish…
The Damned and the foolish A Poem by Coyote Poetry Austin, Texas bars bring the best of people together The Damns and the Foolish…. The ways and means committee at the local Tavern… Continue reading
Broken promises…
Break me.. Please break me. Make me bleed. Show me I’m alive. Make me die and bring me back to life. Dead men revived know life can be okay. Drink of my skin… Continue reading
Like a whisper…
Like a whisper.. (This is the way the world ends.This is the way the world ends.This is the way the world ends.Not with a bang but a whisper.)T.S Eliot Beautiful Liz whispered. Dear… Continue reading
A lullaby for dear Luna…
A lullaby for dear Luna…. Once I chased the moon, once I sang to her, great songs of love. “Dear Luna, you are a miracle to behold, please come and dance with me… Continue reading
Regards to a memory…
Regards to a old memory.. I know love is never fair sweet memory. Need perfect timing, place and same need.Rarely do two people meet at the same wants. I’m alright . I’m drinking… Continue reading
Concrete angel..
Concrete angel.. It was a Spring morning in Austin, Texas in 1995. Yearly poetry weekend was here. My favorite time of the year. My only attempt at verbal poetry for me when I… Continue reading