Dancing with the devil on a Friday night..
Dancing with the Devil, on a Friday night. You held me tightly and you whispered. Hush dear Johnnie, hush my loco soldier, hush my free-falling man. I will save you and I will… Continue reading
Dancing with the Devil, on a Friday night. You held me tightly and you whispered. Hush dear Johnnie, hush my loco soldier, hush my free-falling man. I will save you and I will… Continue reading
Maybe love? Or maybe just another lullaby to be written. (We must make the good days last forever my friend.) She had suppliant breasts, a wide beautiful smile and strong pale legs. She… Continue reading
My lady.. Written in 1982. My lady, I still cry out in sweet dreams your name. So long since our lips had touched.I still wish upon the first star of the night, to… Continue reading
Words, never spoken… Last two years been very hard. 2020 and 2021, I lost many to cancer and to sickness. Today I miss their voices and I yearn to talk to them again.… Continue reading
I saw the sun in your eyes.. You and me, we are dancing by the Monterey Bay, I am singing words of love for you. You asked me, Johnnie, why did you save… Continue reading
Almost to California.. My Boston girl, I found her at Fort lee, Virginia in the Winter of 1976. She was waited for a love who forsaken you. I made her drink the sweet… Continue reading
A canvas of you. A pretty gal sat with me, holding my hands and I told her. You are my extraordinary gal. You love the sea, you love the ancient writers and you… Continue reading
Delicate wings A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some people are more tender than others Delicate wings.. Beautiful Liz. Allowed me in.Her words and beauty memorized me.Woman who strip down their true cover and… Continue reading
Broken promises and forgotten places A Poem by Coyote Poetry A wise man accept responsibility for his actions. Broken promises and lost places.. I remembered we had dreams of being barefoot in wildflowers… Continue reading
Highway 40 called me. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I’m tire of same places and faces. I need the road. Highway 40 called me I’m tire, so damn tired. Somehow I got lost.… Continue reading