The Chelsea hotel…
The Chelsea hotel A Poem by Coyote Poetry I went to New York a few times. I stayed in the Park and wrote poetry in the day and drank in the dark taverns at… Continue reading
The Chelsea hotel A Poem by Coyote Poetry I went to New York a few times. I stayed in the Park and wrote poetry in the day and drank in the dark taverns at… Continue reading
I want to see you again. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good days become sweet dreams with time. I want to see you again. The powerful Pacific ocean hide the love stories of… Continue reading
The Gypsy dance Late at night on the Monterey bay. If you listen well, can hear the strong voices and song of the Gypsies. They gather in the Winter to celebrate life… Continue reading
Bad, bad woman She was the finest lady at the Stray cat Inn. She was wearing her tight black dress showing off her strong legs and robust breasts. Her beautiful face was seeking… Continue reading
The Lazy days I love our lazy days, no place to go, no place to be. The barefoot days, the beach days. Where we walk the beach at 5 am, drink… Continue reading
The cursed lullaby Once our love was so damn sweet, we had the long nights and the sweetest kisses. You were my Agnes and I was your willing Hemingway. Willing to pay the… Continue reading
Empty spaces A Poem by Coyote Poetry A poem of question. Empty spaces Once I was dancing,… Continue reading
Two guitars I hurt myself today. I wanted to bleed real blood and I called you and I told you my love. I have forgiven you and I haven’t forgotten you. If you… Continue reading
He never left Michigan Years ago. I saw the whole world. Drink wine in Basel and Paris, dance in the streets of Florence and read poetry at Hyde Park in London. I… Continue reading
Love words …Do we remember love? The pretty poet asked. I told her. When we are young, the allure of love, make us believe in a sweet miracle. We are infatuate with the… Continue reading