Maybe Bukowski…
Maybe Bukowski? A Poem by Coyote PoetryYears ago. I met Bukowski in California. I didn’t know who he was, at the time. He read my work and he told me. Good stuff and we… Continue reading
Monthly Archive: January, 2022
The white cliffs of Dover…
The White Cliffs of Dover— My father left my world in 2021 year. A WW2 veteran, he stood with his brothers. He went willingly and he knew the cost, could be. Today my… Continue reading
Just a dance in the cloud’s, dear lover…
Just a dance in the cloud’s dear lover… Once I knew wanderlust, I wanted to swim in the seven seas, I wanted to find sacred places in our world, I wanted to dance in… Continue reading
Outstanding video with great meaning. Some words. The poet and the naked lady…
The poet and the naked lady… I fell in love with a long-legged woman, her eyes of never-ending questions and her flowing auburn hair stole my voice and my eyes. I ate breakfast… Continue reading
The cold night whispered…
The cold night whispered… The April rain hid my tears and I walked alone. Once great love turns indifferent and our love true turn to fathom dreams. We spoke careless words, maybe true,… Continue reading
Another place, another time…
Another time, another place…. The loneliness man at Fort Hood volunteered for missions in Central American. He wanted to escape everything, and he wanted to taste the Hemingway’s tropical paradise. Once he sought… Continue reading
La stanza e l’albero (Ita – Fr – Eng – Esp)
Originally posted on marcellocomitini:
Pierre Mornet A C. S. Nei giorni in cui mi parlaviportavi il vento fra i miei capelli,sulle mie labbrail tuo viso le mani i tuoi seniil latte divino del…
Lê Vĩnh Tài | NIGHT & THE CONTINUING FALLING VERSES – ĐÊM VÀ NHỮNG KHÚC RỜI (3)
Please read the amazing and worthwhile poetry.
The waltz…
The Waltz A Poem by Coyote PoetryThe ocean and love create emotions and passion that stay with us forever.” The waltz…. (Was publish in small press, many moon ago.) We were doing a waltz… Continue reading
Hot damn…
Hot damn…. Prettiest woman in the dance hall, looked at me and shared her enticing smile. I inventoried her long legs and her tight black dress. She was a wild orchid in the… Continue reading