She is still in my sweet dreams.
She is still in my sweet dreams. (I knew life was unfair. Few times in a life you meet someone.Who set your soul afire. Wisdom brought me the knowledge.Some woman can’t be held prisoner.… Continue reading
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If I was the king of the forest.
IF I was the king of the forest. A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Old memories and old dreams.” If I was the King of the Forest. American Soldiers drinking with boisterous and loud German women and… Continue reading
A lullaby. And an amazing Leonard Cohen song.
A lullaby. Old man memories become sweeter with time and distance.The old man wondered if she remembers him, like he remembered her.He was twenty years old once and youth was his wealth for… Continue reading
You can’t return from where you left. And a lovely Jennifer Nettles song.
You can’t return from where you left (A Poet, is one, who believes and one who cannot bring himself to believe.–Tadeusz Rozewics) I’m watching the waves dance on the Monterey Bay in my… Continue reading
I am jealous of the sea; I am jealous of the May wind.
I am jealous of the sea; I am jealous of the May wind. A beautiful California girl is dancing alone with the Pacific ocean and the the May windy night, tossing her long… Continue reading
Too poor to love you, my lady midnight.
Too poor to love you, my lady midnight. We danced in the Belton, Texas dance hall and you smell of the wildflowers of Texas.You rested you head into my chest and I whispered… Continue reading
Please remember who you were.
Please remember who you were. I saw a old friend sitting alone in a Austin, Texas at the coffee shop. Her eyes looking down at the table and her coffee, hiding her sorrow.… Continue reading
Then you can tell me goodbye. And a lovely Joss Stone song.
“Please sweeten my coffee with a morning kiss. Joss Stone.” Then you can tell me goodbye. Pretty lady with the saddest eyes, always found me on a Friday night in Austin, Texas. She… Continue reading
Please give me a year in Florence. Some amazing Italian music.
Please give me one year in Florence. I visit beautiful Florence four times in the late seventies. She left me with good memories. I was young and she was gorgeous. I was alone… Continue reading
Resembled love.
Resembled love A Poem by Coyote Poetry True love is rare and hard to find. Resembled love. Pretty as a perfect picture and she gave me sly smile and a wink.I was weary… Continue reading