All my friends had settled down.
All my friends had settled down. A Friday night and no-one wanted to go drinking with me. A bloody Friday night and my friends. Watching Hulu and Netflix with their fat wives. I… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Writing
My enchantress. Letters to Marcella Beatrice.
My enchantress. Letters to Marcella Beatrice. Dear Marcella Beatrice. I do miss you so and you broke my heart at the airport. I know you need your home, Florence and I am a… Continue reading
A Texas love story. And an amazing Merle Haggard song.
A Texas love story. I returned from the war in 1997, and I tried to find peace in the Long Island ice teas in the Belton Texas dance hall. I went early and… Continue reading
I wanna get back with you. And an outstanding Tom Jones song.
I wanna get back with you. The oldest man in the tavern. He drinks alone and he write dead-man poetry. Sometime in April, he remember a beauty. Was a warm late April day… Continue reading
The parable of the flower and the lovelorn man.
The parable of the flowers and the lovelorn man. She was a perfect beauty. She danced nightly on a stage in Killeen, Texas. I went nightly and I waited for my tainted beauty… Continue reading
Sanctuaries of the sweet kiss and the embrace.
Sanctuaries of the sweet kiss and the embrace. A Poem by Coyote Poetry” Best days of a life. When love is being born. “Sanctuaries of the sweet kiss and embrace…. My beautiful enchantress.… Continue reading
If I could, I would.
If I could, I would. First words and last words, we cannot forget. If I could, I would go back in time, spend more time with dear grandmother. She called me honey, dear… Continue reading
Dear Cheryl, beautiful Cheryl. I remember you.
Dear Cheryl, beautiful Cheryl. I remember you. We were the lonely people; we learn to accept less. You came to me in the dark taverns, begged for a dance. I saw a million… Continue reading
The rising sun.
The rising sun I sat in the New Orleans in 1996 in a old rustic tavern on main street. I liked New Orleans, hard time and hard days couldn’t kill her spirit. I… Continue reading
If I had magic.
If I had magic Johnnie walked the California Fault line alone. Looking for an ancient and holy place.The desert mountain hard and her natural beauty.Perfect place to hide wishing wells and to burn… Continue reading