The Texas jazz, I do need.
“Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are the cultivated. For these there is hope.… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Romance
Nothing could stop me.
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
Alone in the darkness.
Alone in the darkness. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some people lose their way and can’t find real peace. Alone in the darkness. The chronicle of life are stages. We can act many… Continue reading
I saw a face.
I saw a face. I saw a face in the distance, a beautiful tempting face.The face brought back a sweet memory,was once a sweet memory. She walked toward me and she embraced me… Continue reading
Almost a love story.
Almost a love story. You were going to be a dancer, a poet, going to save our world. I was content to be in the reflection of your eyes. I told you often… Continue reading
Love is like a flower garden.
Love is like a flower gardenA Poem by Coyote PoetryJust words. (A Poem by Coyote PoetryWe forget sometimes to show love to the people who truly loved us.) Love is like a flower… Continue reading
Should I stay or should I go.
Should I stay or should I go. Wild world and free road were my lovemy pretty lady never tamed,never honest,never true.I was her last stop and she whispered to me.baby, should I say… Continue reading
The stranger and the poet song.
The stranger and the poet song. Houses built on sand will sink. Love built on false hope will not endure. Desperate love, passionate love is just released for the sake of the body… Continue reading
Nothing remains the same.
Nothing remains the same. Your name came to me late in the midnight hour. Your memory brought back the canvas of your perfect body, kind smile and your beautiful face. Your name, Fabiola.… Continue reading
I don’t remember how you looked.
I don’t remember how you looked. Your eyes were blue, maybe hazel green? Your hair golden blond or maybe strawberry red? I try to describe you and each time I remember less. Sometimes I dream of… Continue reading