The willow trees.
The willow trees.. Old poet told the girl. We must try to go back to where we were, if we can. The bright eyed girl asked with wonder, dear poet, I come to… Continue reading
Monthly Archive: August, 2025
Please tell me a story.
Please tell me a story.. Lovely lady watching the sun rising from the east. Her wandering mind is dancing upon yesterdays deeds and today possibilities. I asked her. Pretty woman, please wrap your… Continue reading
Now nothing remains the same.
Now nothing remains the same.. Your name came to me late in the midnight hour. Brought back the canvas of your perfect body, kind smile and your beautiful face. Your name, Fabiola. Made… Continue reading
The Waltz.
The Waltz A Poem by Coyote PoetryThe ocean and love create emotions and passion that stay with us forever. The waltz. We were doing a waltz upon the beach. The waves were the orchestra and the… Continue reading
She used to love me a lot.
She used to love me a lot… I saw my ancient love and she was drinking the whiskey straight, sitting alone at the Purgatory Inn in Ann Arbor. I told the waitress, send… Continue reading
Dirty, dirty world.
Dirty, dirty world. Messy, messy world. Gun are being shot, people die. Who cry for the people in the way of the wars. Are the dead, acceptable death? Who is praying for the… Continue reading
You can’t always get what you want.
You can’t always get what you want. Johnnie and Lexi were singing the Rolling Stone song. ” You can’t always get what you want, but sometimes we get what we need. Me and… Continue reading
Never been to Spain.
Never been to Spain.. Oldest and saddest man on the block had spread out his world map. He touches the country Spain and he told the clouds. I never been to Spain, I… Continue reading
Liar’s moon..
Liar’s moon A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Liar’s moon… The Coyote was quiet tonight, tranquil night allowed him to recede to the… Continue reading
The darkest days.
The darkest days Winter of 1992 was holding on and I was hiding out on Highway one. I brought the vodka and pineapple juice to Big Sur. Me and my soldier friend Robert… Continue reading