Love, dance and celebrate being alive…
Love, Dance and celebrate being alive… She was so beautiful. Five foot eleven inches in height. A slim and perfect body. Tan legs I desired to caress the moment I saw her walking… Continue reading
Love, Dance and celebrate being alive… She was so beautiful. Five foot eleven inches in height. A slim and perfect body. Tan legs I desired to caress the moment I saw her walking… Continue reading
Barefoot dreams A Story by Coyote Poetry Good places and friends make distance places good dreams in old age. Barefoot dreams.. I met the Sergeant Major nightly at the Bowling alley, dance club… Continue reading
I remember you. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime we must return to the beginning. To find the missing person in the mirror looking back. I remember you… The summer days were… Continue reading
The hills and the Apache.. I had three bottle of the good tequila and a bag of some fresh lemons.I drove for three hours to the California fault line. Do some free-climbing and… Continue reading
The Angels don’t cry for me. A Poem by Coyote Poetry A very old poem. I learn you can’t be forgiven. Just to live with the foolishness. The Angels don’ cry for me… The… Continue reading
Worn and torn love Written on 8 April 1985 (For Angela. A lost and confused young lady. I tried to pick her up and show her life was okay. I hope she… Continue reading
The word-man. (Need men of woman to write the truth. Thank you for Hemingway, Kosinski, Twain and Nevil Shute. They wrote about the truth. The word-man must leave the truth behind. Maybe someone… Continue reading
The sea and the chess game… Old Poet set-up the chess game and I opened the bottle of tequila.The old man had few friends. People see a old man with no-place to go.They… Continue reading