The untold story..
The untold story… I have wore a necklace of pig skin rope and white crystal for 35 years. My most prize thing I keep now, upon my neck. Once a celestial beauty, we… Continue reading
Monthly Archive: October, 2024
Purgatory Inn and no place to go..
Purgatory Inn and no place to go…. I have the long Island ice tea fresh and cold.Bartender keep them coming.They love the big tippers.Purgatory Inn is open early and closes late.Safe place for… Continue reading
My whiskey..
My whiskey.. She danced alone on the dance floor at the Jazz club. Moving her body with a gentle ease and making every movement of perfect long legs, wonderful womanly curves and hips.… Continue reading
Lady blue.
Where are you my sweet lady blue? You were so damn pretty and you begged for my attention. You were muse and siren. Your kiss deadly and so damn sweet.You wanted me and… Continue reading
A lullaby…
A lullaby.. Old man memories become sweeter with time and distance.The old man wondered if she remember him, like he remembered her.He was twenty years old once and youth was his wealth for… Continue reading
I want to be the one, you need..
I want to be the one, you need… 1- We swayed with the sea, we loved the Storms of January. I swirled you into soft and easy circles on the empty Seaside beach.… Continue reading
The threshold..
The threshold A Poem by Coyote Poetry We can be given motivation by the words of great poets. Thank you Rene Salinas for loaning me a verse. “The threshold, wide and the appearance inviting.The… Continue reading
Listen, think, speak…
Listen, think, speak.. Grandfather told me often. Take two to fight and take one not to fight. If the aggressor had no-one to fight. Maybe we can learn peace. Grandma told me often.… Continue reading
A Monterey Summer day.
A Monterey Summer day.. Written in 1996. The poet sat alone drinking his coffee near the Monterey Bay. He was 35 years old and he felt like he had lived five lifetimes. The… Continue reading
She danced barefoot by the Clinton River.
She danced barefoot by the Clinton River..A Poem by Coyote Poetry (Awakening my sleeping muse. She danced barefoot by the Clinton River..) A beautiful woman danced alone by the Clinton River, her feet allowing… Continue reading