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
Tag Archive: Writing
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
Beautiful song and a poem. My sanctuary..
My sanctuary ——————————————————————– I love you my pretty, I love you for a thousand reasons. You make me feel important and safe. In my confused and hard world, you listen to me in… Continue reading
Hands of stone..
Hands of stone. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love make our hands of stone, soft and tender to the people we love and care for. We must make time for the family. Be kind… Continue reading
Pretty face, don’t mean pretty heart..
Pretty face, don’t mean pretty heart…. She was so damn pretty and she moved through life like a panther in the free forest on the hunt.Her eyes were black as coal and her… Continue reading
Old love..
Old love… She called me at midnight and she whispered. Johnnie, Johnnie. Do you remember me? I am so damn lonely tonight and please Johnnie. Can I come to you tonight? I told… Continue reading
The white wolf and the raven..
The white wolf and raven dance. 1- Nocturnal life she wanted. But the raven befriended the quiet white wolf. She wanted quiet, she tried to forget. The screams of the dead. They murdered… Continue reading
Unwashed memories..
Unwashed memories.. At the Purgatory Inn in Austin, Texas. No-one seek to save you, no-one is seeking salvation. Just leftover people finding peace in the whiskey and the sad country songs. Pretty Sally,… Continue reading