Mercy- some mini-poetry.

July poetry thirty-four.

Mercy

1- She was so fine, she was so sweet.

Prettiest Texas gal in Belton asked me for a dance.

I told her, yes ma.

She took my hands and we went to the dance floor.

Her body near and Willie Nelson singing sweet.

We Texas-steps and she told me.

I like asking the soldiers to dance.

The soldiers, always polite and kind.

I looked in her brown eyes and I told her.

Thank you for the mercy of your kindness.

2- Once I met Bukowski when I was roaming Highway one.

I was drinking in every tavern from San Francisco to San Diego.

He was cool to me and he told me.

I like you Johnnie.

Your hands are hard from working.

Never trust anyone with soft hands.

They had lived a sissy life and drink the girly cocktails.

Men and women, who drink the beer and the whiskey.

They have no reasons to lie.

3- I have always loved the Gothic girls.

They told me the truth and they love my honesty.

I love the darkness in their voices and 

no fear of being different.

In their dresses of black and serious eyes.

I could see everything I needed.

They called me the dark poet and

they loved my poetry and they accepted me.

Because I wanted nothing.

The Gothic girls taught me the song of the sea and

the whiskey kisses, we cannot forget.

Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

Three lovely tales, each one unique, but they blend together so well...these are the stories of life, of different people; you always manage to get in the "whiskey"...I really like the Gothic Girls...because they loved your honesty...and they did not fear their dark dress; they called you the "dark poet".....I also liked the Texas girl in Belton who asked you to dance with Willy Nelson singin along!
Best, B

[Coyote Poetry]

I did love Texas. In Michigan, the gals don't ask you for a dance. The strong Texas girl would and they did. Thank you dear Betty for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[Betty Hermelee]

You're very welcome!

[Fran Marie]

As always your poetry tells
the real life stories so interesting
and captivating ..hard to forget
those whiskey kisses..nice work John
The Gothic girls taught me the song of the sea and
the whiskey kisses, we cannot forget.
Coyote

[Coyote Poetry]

Kisses are rewards for being kind and thank you dear Fran for reading and the comment.