Tell me, how you lived?
Tell me, how you lived? Old poet told the people at the poetry reading. Dead men, do not rise. He read some quotes. “For each man kills the things he loves, Yet… Continue reading
Tell me, how you lived? Old poet told the people at the poetry reading. Dead men, do not rise. He read some quotes. “For each man kills the things he loves, Yet… Continue reading
The rain I am walking in the rain, the cold March rain upon my rain. I am walking away from place of love turned black. I left a lady crying and alone.… Continue reading
Sugar and spice You lifted your eyes for me. Your eyes dancing with joy and filled with wilderness. I whispered to you. Dear love. Do you want to hear a lullaby? You… Continue reading
Humble and kind The old man sat by the St. Clair shore lake and he watched his grandchildren run and play. He had lived a long life and he knew. He knows… Continue reading
A moment, of forever “Holy as love You were my Winter prayer, my Christmas miracle. We found a safe place to keep warm, we locked the door, held tightly and stole seconds,… Continue reading
(The ambrosia of the kiss and the touch A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words.) The ambrosia of the kiss and the touch We had pretty places, ancient city and the… Continue reading
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
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
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
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