Love is, just another four letter word..
Love is, just another four letter word… A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime love become another dirty word… The word, Love is. Just another four letter word… She was so tire of the useless… Continue reading
Love is, just another four letter word… A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime love become another dirty word… The word, Love is. Just another four letter word… She was so tire of the useless… Continue reading
Fable love.. I behold today the first warm day of Spring. I’m finding hope and energy in the new-born flowers and the new greenery of the forest. I have been swimming in the… Continue reading
Miss you, need you… I am drinking alone beautiful Jennifer. Somehow I forgot where Texas was and I am so damn lonely. I have called you at midnight, every night for a week.… Continue reading
I had a dream, I had a good dream. A Story by Coyote Poetry My dream poetry. Dryden, Donne, Hemingway, London, Kosinski, Bukowski and Ben Jonson came to me in my dreams last night. … Continue reading
(Dearest Nicole told me. The vastness of everything. The vastness of nothing. What is real? We must decide.) Dearest Nicole.. I befriended her at a strip-club. She was the dancer with the far-away… Continue reading
Just a song… Pretty girl asked him for a dance. He saw the prettiest gal he ever seen and he told her. Would be my pleasure. She smiled and she told him. Merci… Continue reading
Parable of Cecilia A Poem by Coyote Poetrya great song. Parable of Cecilia.. She sat alone by the peaceful lake. Her pale legs and bare feet being sun-kissed by the late Spring sun. … Continue reading
Wild horses…. We laid bare on the patio, allowing the moonlight to caress our skin. She wanted to make love at the midnight hours on the closed-in patio, as the rain gentle fell.… Continue reading
You are perfect.. Old Poet wrote words for a pretty dancer at the Stray Cat lounge, she is dancing bare-footed and alone on the lonely dance floor.. “What is wrong, what is right,… Continue reading
My oh my Johnnie was drinking hard whiskey, was watching the sea dance and the sky turn more blacker and dangerous on the Monterey Wharf last tavern. A sweet voice whispered, big storm… Continue reading