One more time.
One more time. 1- Once, you and me, we adored the sea, we loved the whiskey and we loved being in love. 2- She told me, please one more time, please one more time.… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Romance
Please tell me something.
Please tell me something. 1- She told me, Johnnie, Johnnie. I want a fable love, where amor can win. I don’t want a timid man; I want a wild and crazy man. I … Continue reading
Falling and falling, we shall go. And an amazing song by The Civil War.
Falling and falling, we shall go. We had a June warm Summer days, the Lake St. Clair was in the from of us and we sat by the witch’s trees. Hand in hand,… Continue reading
Lovers and losers.
Lovers and losers A Poem by Coyote Poetry When love comes at the wrong time. Someone must lose. Lovers and losers. She told me. I will cry for you, I would die for… Continue reading
The dancer and a beautiful PJ Harvey song.
The dancer. 1- Lovely are the curves of a dancing lady who makes every step and movement, an event for our eyes and our mind. Around and around, she moved in delicate steps.… Continue reading
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
What shall I remember my lady midnight?
I need you now… A Poem by Coyote Poetry Great love, never died. When love is alive. The love will grow to become a willow tree. Flowing and dancing with the free wind. Expanding… Continue reading
Nevermore, evermore or nothing more.
Nevermore, 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 till… Continue reading
Legacy.
Legacy, some little poetry. 1- The Monterey tavern poet sat alone, and beautiful Eleanor sat with him. Her eyes seeking his face, her eyes seeking his voice. He asked her, dear Eleanor. What… Continue reading
Jazzy Wednesday poetry. Always ask for more.
Jazzy Wednesday poetry.1- I told her she was so damn pretty. I love those eyes of coffee brown. I had watched her dance alone. Tight black dress, strong legs and robust body made… Continue reading