Tag Archive: Writing

The prettiest gal in town..

The prettiest gal in town A Poem by Coyote PoetryJust words for a pretty memory. The prettiest gal in town… She wore her Summer dresses year around. She loved the Monterey weather and she… Continue reading →

Rate this:

Miss you, need you..

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 →

Rate this:

I had a dream, I had a good dream..

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 →

Rate this:

Dearest Nicole..

(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 →

Rate this:

Blame not the kiss..

Blame not the kiss A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Long Summer days bring hope and dreams of hope.                            Blame not the kiss.. The pen and paper cannot give justice to your beautiful face.Words… Continue reading →

Rate this:

Dreams, yesterday and love..

Short poetry. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  I found some short poetry from 1989. I hope you like.                                      1- Dreams..I could of touched every dream. My sweet dreams went fleeting away,when you did… Continue reading →

Rate this:

Just a song..

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 →

Rate this:

The sheep and the wolf..

The sheep and the wolf…. The man lifts his bottle of cheap wine, telling the passing people. “You can’t go back after the words are spoken to cut down a sweet love.” The… Continue reading →

Rate this:

Parable of Cecilia..

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 →

Rate this:

Wild horses.. And a beautiful Bishop Briggs song.

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 →

Rate this: