I knew how to sing once, dear Julie.
I knew how to sing once, dear Julie. Once I believe in love and I believed in the ambrosia of forever.When I drink my coffee late at night and I write. Sweet memories… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Writing
It is cut and dried.
It is cut and dried. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old words still mean the same. It is cut and dried. Old man sitting at the Old Fox tavern.Drinking his rum and coke… Continue reading
The fingerprints and an outstanding Leonard Cohen song.
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
I should have loved you more. And a beautiful Sinead Harnett song.
I should have loved you more. He left love doorway 2,500 miles away. The hardest and coldest man, he loved the whiskey and he loved the taverns. He loved the darkest days and… Continue reading
The damned and the foolish.
The Damns and the foolishA Poem by Coyote Poetry “Austin, Texas bars bring the best and loneliness of people together.” The Damns and the Foolish. The ways and means committee at the local… Continue reading
I want to know you.
I want to know you. Silence whispers and pretty photos they give me remnants of who we are. Do you know me? I believe woman are more layered than men. Rarely does a… Continue reading
Blind fury.
Blind fury A Poem by Coyote Poetry I’m tire of war. How many more will die for the greed of war? Who will learn new tears that won’t ever end? Blind fury Is… Continue reading
Sometimes love is not enough.
Sometimes love is not enoughA Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometimes love is not enough. Kind and sweet muse told me. Sweet Johnnie, I can save you.Please tell me what you need. You… Continue reading
Roses and lovers.
Roses and lovers. “O my love, O my love. I said: Let me fall or stand, let me fall or stand, let me live or die, but this once hear me speak- O… Continue reading
Pretty lady with angel wings on her back.
Pretty lady with angel wings on her back. My pretty lady friend with tattoos on her back and legs. She asked me. Do you like my tattoos? I smiled and I told her.… Continue reading