I used to be….
I used to be… A man is telling me of all his many deeds and accomplishments.I smile and listen.Pretend I care. I don’t believe in talking about the past.Today I am who I am.What matters… Continue reading
Monthly Archive: August, 2022
Beneath the willow tree..
1- You left me a unpaid debt, that must be kept. Once you promised me everything. Now you have besieged my heart and I am willing to love you, forever and a day.… Continue reading
Love didn’t break my heart. Life did.
Love didn’t break my heart. Life did… He told the beautiful Gypsy girl near the Monterey bay. Love didn’t break my heart. Life did. I am so tire young lady. I allowed vice… Continue reading
Drunk man calling…
Drunk man calling A Poem by Coyote Poetry Funny how we remember faces and places when alcohol open the door to memories. Drunk man calling… It is 3 am in the morning. Your… Continue reading
Una sola rosa (Ita – Fr – Eng – Esp)
Originally posted on marcellocomitini:
Foto di Arkadius Branicki a Catherinequesta rosa Così finisce il giorno dietro i palazzie più lontano il rossooltre la cenere azzurra delle montagne.Svanisce anche la speranza d’incontrartinel tuo vestito…
Hanging with George Thorogood and a poem.
I drink alone… Prettiest and meanest gal in the Jazz bar. She drank alone. She looked into the mirror and she told the mirror. Fuck you. Pretty Sheila wanted no voices. She loved… Continue reading
Mercy- three lines poetry.
Mercy A Poem by Coyote Poetry Three lines poems. … Continue reading
Fingerprints and a Leonard Cohen song.
The fingerprints I washed the blankets and I washed the sheets. I opened the Window wide and the damn cold air awoke my memory of you. On a September night in the Fall,… Continue reading
Our children, the children.
“It took more than a decade for researchers to identify nearly 3,000 children who died in Canada’s residential schools – compulsory boarding schools run by the government and religious authorities during the 19th… Continue reading
I was told..
I was told… The prettiest and most dangerous lady, I was told she was, always writing down her words and she was waiting for me, her strong coffee sweet and creamy and I… Continue reading