Be the willow tree..
Be the willow tree. Accept the winds of life and dance freely with her. A Story by Coyote Poetry I learn the past is gone and today actions matter, by a New Orleans Tarot… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Writing
The waltz of the angels. And a amazing Joey & Rory song.
The waltz of the Angels.. I told the barkeeper. Keep the long Island ice teas coming. Sunday morning is a-coming. I need to be blinded by the morning. He gave me a sad… Continue reading
Miss nothing, miss everything..
Miss nothing, miss everything… We painted our world fiery red once. We try to cheat love and we collided like freight trains unstoppable. We painted our world white once. Allowed secret pain and… Continue reading
Letters in my pocket..
Letters in my pocket.. I was a soldier for 15 year and I made friends with the people swimming in chaos. I befriended bartenders, drunks, strippers and kind women. My favorite women were… Continue reading
Dust in the wind..
Dust in the wind…. Was the early Winter of 1992 and I landed In California. I left home to go to war in the Spring of 1991. I was tired and I wanted… 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
The sinner’s prayer..
The sinner’s prayer.. I knew every tavern on Highway 35 in Texas. I drank a beer and some whiskey in almost every one. Those Texas girls loved me. I could two-step and waltz… Continue reading
Can’t return no-more..
Can return no more. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words and actions can create bridges that can’t be repaired. Can return no more.. We can dwell in paradise,Swim in pleasure and sweet dreams.We… Continue reading
The damn road..
The damn road.. It was a cold winter day in late December. I awoke with my love.I kissed her face and lips and whispered. “Good morning. “ Her beautiful young body pressed… Continue reading
The song of May..
The song of May.. I am taking the train to Basel. Dear Alexandra is waiting in the city of wonder for me. She found me on the poetry site and she told me.… Continue reading