Walking with giants. Number two.
Walking with giants. Number two.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry May poetry number six. I was writing poetry in my dreams. I hope you enjoy. Walking with giants. Number two… I am sixty-three years… Continue reading
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She had Angels wings upon her back..
She had Angels wings upon her back…… Her long auburn hair rolled down her long slender back. The tattoos Angel awoke secret dreams and nightmares. Her tattoos rolled down from soft neck to… Continue reading
The Fall sweet honey..
The Fall sweet honey A Poem by Coyote PoetryThe days of Fall. Days for our life to slow down a-bit.” Fall sweet honey… Beautiful as the rising Summer sun,sweet and kind like the fresh… Continue reading
The last chance motel…
The last chance motel… Summer Texas night, cold drink and no-place to go. Michigan dreamer, drinking his Long Island teas and writing into a journal. “Song of my father, songs of the long highways,… Continue reading
The fingerprints and a amazing song by Leonard Cohen.
The fingerprints… I washed the blankets and I washed the sheets. I opened the Window wide and the damn cold air awoke my memory of you. On a September night in the Fall,… Continue reading
The poet and the naked lady.. And a amazing video.
The poet and the naked lady… I fell in love with a long legged woman, her eyes of never-ending questions and her flowing auburn hair stole my voice and my eyes. I ate… Continue reading
Love words…
Love words.. …Do we remember love? The pretty poet asked. I told her. When we are young, the allure of love, make us believe in a sweet miracle. We are infatuate with the… Continue reading
Traveling and rambling man..
Traveling and rambling man… Old Johnnie sat alone in the tavern in the city of Austin, Texas. Drinking Long Islands ice teas and accepted his time and place. He knew, you decide your… Continue reading
Did I ever love you?
Did I ever love you? Dying,lying,needing,bleeding. Pretty Poet, she sang her words sweet and sadly to willing listeners at the Poetry reading in Monterey coffee shop. Love is just myth and tale,love is… Continue reading
A safe place, a kind place. Maybe?
A safe place, a kind face. Maybe? Someone told the loneliest lady in the bar. Johnnie wanted to die alone, with Jack Daniel and Jim Beam as his only friends. She stood behind… Continue reading