We were young once..
We were young once.. “We poets in our youth begin with gladness; But there off in the end despondency and madness.” Wordsworth “Soldiers rest! Thy warfare o’er, Dream of fighting fields no more:… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Writing
I hate you, I love you.
I hate you / I love you… I try to escape you. I try to flee your memory. I repeat secret words in hidden places in my mind. I hate you, I love… Continue reading
The stranger and the Poet’s song.
The stranger and Poet’s song A Poem by Coyote PoetryWe are strangers till we say hello to another. The stranger song… Houses built on sand will sink. Love built on false hope will… Continue reading
A penny for your thoughts..
A penny for your thoughts… 1- Once a pretty Michigan girl told me. A penny for your thoughts, thank you for remembering my name, thank you for holding my hands and thank you… Continue reading
The Bacchus wine..
The Bacchus wine….Part one.. She was a Gypsy girl beauty. She had wildest eyes, the eyes of wonder and miracles. She waited for me in a bed of cotton sheets, her robust body… Continue reading
The lady in the black dress. Texas poetry.
The lady in the black dress.. Dancing alone in a downtown Austin tavern with my empty Black Velvet whiskey bottle in my hands. Playing alone in the bone yard of long and shattered… Continue reading
You are my poetry..
You are my poetry.. Forlorn love, treasured memories.You used to read poetry to me by the candle light.You were my heavenly voice, sweet songs when life became too hard. Once we undressed with… Continue reading
Monterey. Letters.
MontereyA Chapter by Coyote PoetryPart one. The letters. Monterey..The letters Dear BethI roamed your Facebook site. You are still so beautiful. I told you I was okay. I don’t like to publish to… Continue reading
A naked woman..
A naked woman (A wise artist once said. To see a nude woman is more wonderful then 1000 beautiful paintings in a museum.) I tell the young men.Go… Continue reading
The road called me..
The road called me. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I’m tire of same places and faces. I need the road.” The road called me.. I’m tire, so damn tired. Somehow I got lost.… Continue reading