Texas poetry.
Little poems A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words.” Number one- With Johnnie Walker whiskey confident and on a wing and prayer. I asked the pretty Texas gal for a dance. The pretty maiden… Continue reading
Little poems A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words.” Number one- With Johnnie Walker whiskey confident and on a wing and prayer. I asked the pretty Texas gal for a dance. The pretty maiden… Continue reading
Waterfall A Poem by Coyote PoetryThe waterfall, free-flowing water. Like we should be.)“ Hearts awryWary ghostly graspWeary lonely gaspYet I can’t holdEnclasp”Robert. Waterfall….. “Hearts awryWary ghostly graspWeary lonely gaspYet I can’t holdEnclasp” The night… Continue reading
I saw the sun in your eyes… You and I, 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
One, two, three, four. Do we begin again? 1- Did I find you? Or did you entrapped me?Am I the captive or the guard?One, two, three, four. Did we dance?Prey or predator, we… Continue reading
I tried to remember. I tried to remember the curves of your body. Us blindfolded by wild need and want on the cold days of Winter. I want to remember my hands touching… Continue reading
Sugar and spice.. You lifted your eyes for me. Your eyes dancing with joy and filled with wilderness.I whispered to you. Dear love. Do you want to hear a lullaby?You gave me a… Continue reading
Just a Black Velvet lullaby… I wrote to a old journal in a Austin, Texas tavern in 1993. The poet don’t cry, he just write some more. Hemingway told us, we, who love… Continue reading
Dear Bridgette. I still miss you… 1- Dear Bridgette, you saved me once on a September day.Your soft voice and gentle heart calmed the rage of a man, drowning in rage.You held my… Continue reading
Sleepless nights. You and me, me and you. We love the Jazzy songs, slow dancing bare-ass for the midnight moon and making love till noon. You are my coffee mornings, my Lone Islands… Continue reading
Dead flowers.. I came to you with some Tennessee whiskey and a small plant with rosemary trying to grow. I sat on your porch, waiting for you. I wanted to see your morning face,… Continue reading