Hello again.
Hello again. For my dearest Peggy. I have learn to love the darkness of the taverns and the Jazz clubs,where the people with nothing to hide, can go.Old men and old women tell… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Writing
The unknown story.
The untold story. I have worn a necklace of pig skin rope and white crystal for 35 years. My most prize thing I keep now, upon my neck. Once a celestial beauty, we… Continue reading
Dear Florence.
I took the midnight train to Florence, the days of Spring were coming to a ending. I loved the Germany Spring, and I needed dear Florence again. The city of Florence stole my… Continue reading
Love letter. Part two.
Love letters — part two. My sweet love. We may be foolish. Wishing into a wishing well for things we do not have anymore. I want you to know joy and happiness again.… Continue reading
That is no way to say goodbye.
That isn’t no way to say goodbye. You were my warm Spring Day. The sun, the moon and my flowing river of hope. You were my first love and last love. I came… Continue reading
Please read, read and read some more.
Write, write and write some more. A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Words are powerful. They create tears, laughter, happiness and sadness. Without the great word-men and word-women. What would we know and understand?” … Continue reading
Blindfolded and weightless.
I watched your tone, and beautiful legs move on the dance floor. Legs that make a man beg for mercy before he had sins. Your short skirt showed silky and tender thighs. Make… Continue reading
Sleepless nights.
Sleepless nights. You and me, me and you. We love the Jazzy songs, slow dancing bare ass for the midnight moon and making love till noon. You are my coffee mornings, my Lone… Continue reading
Parable of Celia.
Parable of Celia. She sat alone by the peaceful lake. Her pale legs and bare feet being sun-kissed by the late Spring sun. She was wearing a sundress of white showing soft and… Continue reading
The sea is near.
The sea is near “We poets in our youth begin with gladness; But thereoff in the end despondency and madness”- Wordsworth “Soldier, rest! thy warfare o’ver, Dream of fighting fields no more: sleep… Continue reading