The parable of the flowers

jedyoong(Thank you for the photo) The parable of the flowers and the lovelorn man     She was a perfect beauty. She danced nightly on a stage in Killeen, Texas.  I went nightly… Continue reading →

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We danced for the stars

  We can dance for the stars   Was a Texas hot Summer night and you wore your black dress and dancing shoes.  I was drinking the Long Island teas since 6 pm… Continue reading →

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Blindfolded and weightless….

Blindfolded and weightless I watched your tone and beautiful legs move on the dance floor. Legs that make a man beg for mercy before he had sins. Your short skirt showed silky and… Continue reading →

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Traveling and rambling man…

Traveling and rambling man.       A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just my words.     Traveling and rambling man Old Johnnie sat alone in the tavern in the city of Austin, Texas. Drinking… Continue reading →

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Just might.

Just might She gave me a kind smile as we danced the Texas two-step. She whispered in my wanting hears. “Dear Johnnie. People are foolish. They long to stay and long to escape… Continue reading →

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“She had Angel wings upon her back”

She had Angel wings upon her back   Her long auburn hair rolled down her long slender back. The tattoos Angel awoke secret dreams and nightmares. Her tattoos rolled down from soft neck… Continue reading →

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“Please come home to me”

Please come home to me I called you from Monterey. I told you the sea is so beautiful, the Pacific ocean sings to me, bring me hope. I drink coffee all day, I… Continue reading →

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“She’s crazy”

 She’s crazy I was like my father, I believed. I needed the whiskey and the gin. And I loved the women too. I believe I was a rolling stone who wanted the long… Continue reading →

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Maybe yes, maybe no.

  Maybe yes, maybe no?     I been hiding in the highway 35 taverns for three months. Started drinking early and writing, the happy hours blues poetry. Once I was the great… Continue reading →

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She’s crazy

She’s crazy   I was like my father I believed. I liked the whiskey and the gin and I loved the women too. I believe I was a rolling stone who wanted the… Continue reading →

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