Jazzy Tuesday poetry. The midnight blues..
The midnight blues… (I wrote seven poems today. I listen to Nevil Shute two books. “A town like Alice” and “At the beach”. Made my muse come alive.) 1- He loved the bones… Continue reading
The midnight blues… (I wrote seven poems today. I listen to Nevil Shute two books. “A town like Alice” and “At the beach”. Made my muse come alive.) 1- He loved the bones… Continue reading
I thanked her for befriended me. I told her, when she was near. I felt good. She was the sea, a kind voice and the most beautiful woman in Monterey. She laughed at… Continue reading
Love is like a hammer I left Michigan in 1991 and I sat in the Jazz club at 12 pm, trying to write a poem. The Jazz man was playing the songs, so… Continue reading
The human touch. A Poem by Coyote PoetryThe easiest gift to give is concern, time and to listen. In a world of fast pace and little time. We must slow down and show the… Continue reading
Our legacy, some little poetry. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Awakening my muse. Legacy, some little poetry… 1- The Monterey tavern poet sat alone and beautiful Eleanor sat with him. Her eyes seeking his… Continue reading
Some little poetry.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Less epic poetry written. Some little poetry.. 1- His Achilles heel was his grandchildren, he tried to keep them safe. And he knew, he had left… Continue reading
A Monterey night.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I need a year in Monterey. I would write the great novel and never complain. 1- Moonlight kiss.. Tonight I need, a midnight kiss, a moonlight… Continue reading
Behold a beautiful rose.. If we behold a beautiful rose, we adore the the shape of her petals. A beautiful rose will be born in early June and it will decay with time.… Continue reading
She danced barefoot by the Clinton River.. A beautiful woman danced alone by the Clinton River, her feet allowing the movement of the river, to caress her feet. The sun, sun-kissed her beautiful… Continue reading