I love you..
“I TOLD MY CHILDREN-LIVE A HEMINGWAY LIFE” Je t’aime Je t’aime- I love you You told me in Paris once. “Je t’aime my Johnnie.” Your words like sweet wine overtook my mind and heart.… Continue reading
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Two guitars.. And a wonderful song.
Two Guitars.. Was a warm May-day in Monterey and the sea was wild tonight.Once loud man, now quiet man drank his whiskey alone and he prayed for nothing more,nothing less.Once he was the… Continue reading
Dancing in the dark with you dear Daniela..
Dancing in the dark with you dear Daniela… I was drinking whiskey alone and I was listening to the good jazz. A pretty auburn lady sat with me and she asked me, what… Continue reading
The poet and the artist..
The poet and the artist. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need more friends. Less anger. The poet and the artist.. A poet and a… Continue reading
Kiss away my ghost..
Kiss away my ghosts.. The saddest man on the block drank alone. He write sleeping man poetry and he drink the “Quiet man” whiskey. He was once insane, wild and foolish. He befriended… Continue reading
You can’t run from yourself..
You can’t run from yourself… I thought I had chameleon skin. My face could change with the weather, the continent. Once a blushing beauty told me. You are so handsome. Please show me… Continue reading
Monkey’s paw.. My January tale.
Monkey’s paw.. My late January tale. A Story by Coyote Poetry Part of old version and a modern version. Be careful what you wish for. Everything cost something. … Continue reading
Deluded love, broken promises..
Deluded love, broken promises and melancholy dreams… 1- Deluded love.. Pretty Peggy came to me at midnight, carrying Hemingway whiskey and a hopeful smile. I saw in her eyes, I was her last… Continue reading
A New Orleans lullaby..
A New Orleans lullaby… I was station at Fort Hood for six years. I was the Dancing Coyote, always seeking laughter, good drink and pretty ladies. I Befriended a New York state gal.… Continue reading
Love has no pride and a beautiful Bonnie Raitt song.
Love had no pride…. Pretty wishes, pretty memories, become kind and sweet places we have known. I remember my greatest wish, ginger hair girl with the eyes of hazel, she was once, my… Continue reading