My Michigan dream.. And a beautiful Lady Gaga song.
My Michigan dream…. “Hush my sweet baby, don’t you cry. I am here ,I shall never leave you, when the chills of the night come, I shall keep you warm and safe. You… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Romance
Never more, evermore or nothing more..
Never more, evermore or nothing more…. She told me, please take of the mask. You may not like what you see. You have learned to love the darkness, please look closer, look closer… Continue reading
The Fall sweet honey..
The Fall sweet honey A Poem by Coyote PoetryThe days of Fall. Days for our life to slow down a-bit.” Fall sweet honey… Beautiful as the rising Summer sun,sweet and kind like the fresh… Continue reading
Sway.. And a amazing Anita Kelsey song.
Sway… 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 the Hemingway’s… Continue reading
Writers must bleed to paper. Four lines poetry.
Four lines poems. A Poem by Coyote PoetryTaking chances, writing in different directions. We were naked, we twisted our bodies into a unfinished puzzle and we shared wild dreams. We talked and we used… 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
Love posies…
Love Posies… His pretty love, dear Veronica told him.You promised me love posies, everyday of my life.You promised me morning posies andyou promised to read love posies before we sleep. You promised midnight… Continue reading
Summer of 42…
Summer of 42… I told the prettiest gal in Ann Arbor. You are my Summer blessing and my sweetest dreams. She asked me. Can we watch the Summer of 42 and Love story… Continue reading
Steal a memory, borrow a memory.. And a beautiful Sophie Zelmani song.
Steal a memory, borrow a memory… The dilemma of a long life. The restless heart learn to adore old memories. The fortune of youth become eloquence words on a sheet of paper. We… 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