Category Archive: poet

Don’t give-up

Don’t give-up   I changed face, I changed cities and played the jester well.   I believed the stories in the wind, I believed in the voices of the traitors who forsaken my… Continue reading

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I’m going to California

I am going to California   I wrote down on a napkin at the Pier in Monterey. “You can’t go back and you can’t kill the memories.”   I was young once and… Continue reading

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“Dirty little secrets”

Dirty little secrets   I watched the moon rise and the sun run away and I remember ” You and I”. I’m the dancing moon whispering words of love to you as we… Continue reading

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“The cursed lullaby”

The cursed lullaby Once love was so damn sweet, we had the long nights and the sweetest kisses. You were my Beatrice and I was your willing Dante. Willing to pay the price… Continue reading

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Liar’s moon lullaby

Liar’s moon lullaby   I told the liar’s moon, eleven anthrax shots given to my by the Army. I have forgotten more than I remember.   I search my deaden mind for faces,… Continue reading

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“The sea and the chess game

1992, Monterey 2018, Monterey     The sea and the chess game   Old Poet set-up the chess game and I opened the bottle of tequila. The old man had few friends. People… Continue reading

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In love with a Bonnie girl

In love with a Bonnie girl   The soldier drank the Johnnie Walker whiskey in a Austin, Texas tavern. He had came here every Friday for three months to talk to a Scottish… Continue reading

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I am going to take care of you’

I am going to take care of you   I was trying to drink myself to death, I had the Iron Mountain blues and the whiskey nights made the night roll easy. Maybe… Continue reading

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Did I do, all I could do?

Did I do all, I could do, in the time I was given? (For the dear singer Joey, her memory still bring tears to my eyes)   Dear lord, I am getting so… Continue reading

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Idyllic places

(Idyllic place and time A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words.)   Idyllic place and time   The storyteller told the writers. We shall learn that life is Summer and Winter, spring and… Continue reading

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