Please don’t forget about me. And a beautiful song.
Please don’t forget about me… 1- She asked him. Will you forget me and find someone sweeter? He looked at her and he knew. He loved his fancy lady. She had a soft… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Writing
Gentle on my mind..
Easy on my mind.. She had heard too many useless words spoken and she needed a friend. She was a North Dakota gal, tall, long and so beautiful. She told me on a… Continue reading
We must slow down my darling…
We must slow down my darling… Drunkest poet, drunkest soldier in Austin, Texas. He wrote to a journal. “Nothing is lost, nothing is gain, we will back step, we will fall forward and… Continue reading
The hanging tree…
The hanging tree… In 1991, I needed nothing, I wanted nothing. I was seeking the good death. A pretty lady with the saddest eyes in Michigan, she asked me. What are seeking Johnnie?… Continue reading
Slip and fall.
Slip and fall.. I requested some kind words. I asked her to tell me. I love you. Please tell me, you will wait for me and please make these seconds, we have left.… Continue reading
Ancient floors..
Ancient floors.. In the mirrors of time.Old windows may never be closed. Surging memories and regret leave us wishing we were kinder and better.The broken roads leave me spiraling in the memories of… Continue reading
I hope your days be bright and love will be near you always..
I hope your days be bright and love will be near you always.. She was the Gypsy girl, Monterey Bay dancer. She would gather her friends and they would find the sea. They… Continue reading
Two out of three ain’t bad..
Two out of three ain’t bad.. I was sitting alone in a Austin tavern in 1996.Drinking long Island ice teas.Trying to get blinded. A old man dressed poorly ordered a water.Bartender gave him… Continue reading
A woman, like you..
A woman, like you. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Few people can bring you from self made hell. When a sweet woman offer a soft hand and love. Even the dead can be rebirth. … Continue reading
Dead man stew..
Dead man stew A Poem by Coyote Poetry When greed and hate run the world. Our leaders are making a dead man stew. No-one will victor. Dead man stew.. Poor man is dying.Was… Continue reading