Tag Archive: Writing

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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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The misery, the whiskey. A Texas story.

The misery and the whiskey. I returned from the war in 1993, and I tried to find peace in the Long Island ice teas in the Belton Texas dance hall. I went early… Continue reading

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Wildflowers dreams.

Wildflowers dreams. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Old friends face had come to me lately. His baby girl is getting marry. It is sad poem. War take the best from us.                        Wildflowers dreams.… Continue reading

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The tarots cards.

The tarot cards. I went to an old dark carnival on a hidden road outside of Sarajevo.I have been having a dream about a Gypsy woman. The dreams had brought me to the… Continue reading

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Love words.

Love words.. Do we remember love? The pretty poet asked. I told her. When we are young, the allure of love, make us believe in a sweet miracle. We are infatuate with the… Continue reading

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I remember you.

 I remember you. The summer days were long andthe splendor of the blue skies and the bright sun.Beckon us to the sea. The heat of hot days.Thaw our cold hearts.The beauty of Monterey… Continue reading

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