Monthly Archive: September, 2022

A Kovacs song Sunday. I do love this young lady.

Dear Sharon. I knew I was Winter and you were the Spring kiss. You were the hurricane and I was the pond water. I wrote to dear Sharon Kovacs, please give me one… Continue reading

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Passages

Originally posted on House of Heart:
Love is a journey through waters and stars,through suffocating air, sharp tempests of grainLove is a war of lightning,and two bodies ruined by a single sweetness…Carnal Apple…

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I need you now…

I need you now… A Poem by Coyote Poetry ¬†Great love, never died. When love is alive. The love will grow to become a willow tree. Flowing and dancing with the free wind. Expanding… Continue reading

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Hell-bound I am and the whiskey tasted better..

Hell-bound I am and the whiskey tasting better…. Once saintly man found sin, whiskey and the drinking songs. He and Hank William Jr. sing nightly in Belton, Texas together. The one-handed bartender make… Continue reading

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A whiskey and a glass of water..

A whiskey and a glass of water… She gave me whiskey kisses and we danced the Texas two-step till the witches hours. She was a bad, bad woman and I wanted more and… Continue reading

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Only love will break your heart..

 Only love will break your heart… We learn with old age. Love is everything. I was babysitting my grand-daughter. Now 18 months old and I would spend the days with her. Five days… Continue reading

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Some Sunday songs to make you happy, maybe smile?

The coyote is singing and dancing tonight. I went to the woods, and I shared my tequila with the free animals. We sang Wooly Bully and the pretty foxes came and joined us.… Continue reading

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A twisted lullaby, maybe?

 A  twisted lullaby, maybe? Was the first of June and Johnnie and Lucy wanted a adventure. Johnnie told his dear Lucy, I have loved you yesterday and today I love you more. She… Continue reading

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The lady in the black dress..

The lady in the black dress.. Dancing alone in a downtown Austin tavern with my empty Black Velvet whiskey bottle in my hands. Playing alone in the bone yard of long and shattered… Continue reading

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Now nothing remains the same…

Now nothing remains the same.. Your name came to me late in the midnight hour. Brought back the canvas of your perfect body, kind smile and your beautiful face. Your name, Fabiola. Made… Continue reading

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