Dear Angie..
Dear Angie.. I remember our days and nights at Big Sur, you were my imperfection angel.You wanted, just enough and you allowed your dreams to die. You enchante me by speaking careless words… Continue reading
Daily Archive: July 16, 2025
The English lady. My oh my..
My oh my.. Johnnie was drinking hard whiskey, was watching the sea dance and the sky turn more blacker and dangerous on the Monterey Wharf last tavern. A sweet voice whispered, big storm… Continue reading
Tattoos..
Tattoos A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old stories become better with time. Tattoos.. My pretty lady friend with tattoos on her back and legs. She asked me. Do you like my tattoos? I… Continue reading
Wildflowers dream..
Wildflowers dream.. (For Brigitte) Young love, first love. Can expand too quickly. Leaving two people with no place to go. Love isn’t fair. Need the unities of two people living and dying for… Continue reading
Love conquered all..
Love conquered all A Poem by Coyote Poetry Must know love and kindness to know joy and happiness. Love conquered all.. Lovers drowning in the amorous of sweet kiss, long embrace andthe long dances… Continue reading
Just meat…
Just meat and tales of kisses A Poem by Coyote Poetry Quotes from Jack London book “When God laughs” “Well, I have. He was like this beefsteak. You an’ me is eatin’. It… Continue reading
The Pacific Ocean..
The Pacific.. The half-drunk poet told the pretty gal in the Irish tavern in Austin, Texas. I had a sweet love once and she is waiting for me still. She made me flirt… Continue reading
Black as the night.. Part three..
Black as the night.. Part three. I told her. Everybody knows you have a black heart and I know more than most. You smell like like wildflowers in the early Spring and you… Continue reading
Run with the wind, dance with the sea..
Run with the wind, dance with the sea. A Poem by Coyote PoetryWhen life make us sad. Need to find reason and purpose. Run with the wind, dance with the sea.. One year… Continue reading
Maybe Florence, maybe Basel?
Maybe Florence, maybe Basel? Once beautiful Swiss gal befriended me in the late Spring of 1979. We met in London and she told me. London is okay, but Florence in the month of… Continue reading