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
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 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… 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
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… 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.. 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
The midnight payment … 1- We kissed and we never told. We were midnight dancers, wanting everything and more. Did we find some kind of peace in the serene night? Or did we… Continue reading
I try to remember A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poetry with are-write. Written in 1992/rewritten in 2014 I try to remember.. I tried to remember the curves of your body. Us blindfolded … Continue reading
(Johnnie in Germany 1979.) Fairytale ending A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime life is fair. We can have a fairytale ending when all things fall into place properly. Fairytale ending.. Love letters are… Continue reading
I hope, I don’t fall in love with you… I found her sitting alone on the sand at the Seaside beach. You held your whiskey tightly and you wanted to be alone. I… Continue reading