Over and over again…
Over and over again… I’m trying to run from your memory and when you appear in my dreams. You whispered to me in a sweet dream. Over and over my dearest. We can… Continue reading
Over and over again… I’m trying to run from your memory and when you appear in my dreams. You whispered to me in a sweet dream. Over and over my dearest. We can… Continue reading
Pretty pictures A Poem by Coyote PoetryNovember poetry number fourteen. Pretty pictures… I loved love, but love didn’t love me. I told the pretty Austin, Texas gal.… Continue reading
Sin is sin, till we partake…. He told the pretty Irish girl, sin is sin till we partake in her sweetness. Then the sin become a part of us, we will accept willingly.… Continue reading
the 18th century English poet, Anne Finch – Countess of Winchilsea. Lady Winchilsea… I looked for you yesterday in the field of wildflowers. Your promised me words to excite my soul to make… Continue reading
I drink and I will recite some wild thoughts for you… I met Bukowski once and I learn. Like my mentor, I drink and I will recite some wild thoughts for you. Pretty… Continue reading
Secret love Once brave man is quiet now. Bloody life led him to lonely place and the Monterey bay. He called a old phone number and he listened. A sweet voice whispered. I… Continue reading
At midnight I called her at Midnight hour and I told her. Dear Jenny, I remember you and I remember us. I love you still and forget me not. Jenny is crying… Continue reading
Would you? —————————————————I am sorry I caused you pain. I wouldn’t want to break your heart, I am a forgotten man and you are a beautiful flower. Love me not, for men who… Continue reading
Sanctuaries of the sweet kiss and the embrace… A Poem by Coyote PoetryBest days of a life. When love is being born. Sanctuaries of the sweet kiss and embrace….. My beautiful enchantress. It… Continue reading
Two shots of happy, one shot of sad…. I painted pretty pictures for us, I made landscape of perfect and beautiful places. But we danced on the thread of real words. We were… Continue reading