Nothing will last forever.
Nothing will last forever A Poem by Coyote Poetry A re-write from 1989″ Nothing will last forever. She sat alone. Her lingering tears falling down her beautiful face. I have told her often.… Continue reading
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A daydream.
A daydream. 1- Once I dance a fool’s dance. Sang and dance till I could not. the God of tomfoolery, he did love me. Gelos would find me at midnight and we would… Continue reading
I will sing the blues for me.
I will sing the blues for you. Johnnie be good, Johnnie be bad andJohnnie dancing alone to the Jazz. The words sweet, tempting and so true.My baby left me, I’m so damn alone.Now… Continue reading
Beautiful Scottish eyes.
Beautiful Scottish eyes A Poem by Coyote Poetry When a Scottish gal bless with kindness and love. Beautiful Scottish eyes had blessed you. Beautiful Scottish eyes. Once I found the prettiest girl in the… Continue reading
Old love.
Old love. She called me at midnight and she whispered. Johnnie, Johnnie. Do you remember me? I am so damn lonely tonight and please Johnnie. Can I come to you tonight? I told… Continue reading
Resemble love.
Resembled love A Poem by Coyote Poetry True love is rare and hard to find. Resembled love Pretty as a perfect picture and she gave me sly smile and a wink.I was weary… Continue reading
Wild Maria, dancing Maria. My Winter storm.
Wild Maria, dancing Maria. My Winter storm…. The crimson night, the thunderstorms of life had brought me to you. I watched you from a distance and I dreamed of moonlight nights, feeling your… Continue reading
The last chance motel.
The last chance motel. Summer Texas night, cold drink and no-place to go. Michigan dreamer, drinking his Long Island teas and writing into a journal. “Song of my father, songs of the long highways,… Continue reading
Sway with me. And an amazing Anita Kelsey song.
Sway with me. The Poet’s wish. Never sweet and never easy. A dancing beauty moved with the song. Her hips moving slowly with the tempting words. The dancing damsel, she knows she was… Continue reading
Black roses. And an amazing song by Clare Bowen.
Black roses. Cynthia, eyes of stone with a cigarette in mouth. Whiskey breathe woman, looked me up and down, like a place of mystery. She asked me, what did you need soldier? I… Continue reading