Dying, lying and love.
Dying, lying and love. Last house near the lake. Was our place to rest. We were Gypsy hearts and Irish coffee mornings. We would find the quiet lake rarely, for we loved the… Continue reading
Category Archive: poetry
My Summer Day wish, my Fall moon blessing.
My Summer Day wish, my Fall moon blessing 1- In your eyes, I saw the sea, I saw a miracle in those eyes of golden brown, you took my hands and I knew.… Continue reading
My Monterey girl.
Once fearless man loved the Pacific, once brave man loved the hippy girls who sang and drank all night long. Once free man, don’t like his cage, no-more. He remembers the California sun… Continue reading
My sanctuary.
Sanctuary 1- I love you my pretty, I love you for a thousand reasons. You make me feel important and safe. In my confused and hard world, you listen to me in the… Continue reading
A safe place, a kind face, maybe?
A safe place, a kind face, maybe? Someone told the loneliest lady in the bar. Johnnie wanted to die alone, with Jack Daniel and Jim Beam as his only friends. She stood behind… Continue reading
Sweet pleasure and rare delights.
(Some memories become sweeter with time.) Sweet pleasure and rare delights. Sweet pleasure, rare delights.Some dreams should not be touched,they burn the heart till death allows you to escape.Beautiful woman dance in my… Continue reading
Show me the way to love.
Show me the way to love A Poem by Coyote PoetryOpening of love should be slow and easy. Good things take times and patience. Show me the way to love… Kind woman laid with… Continue reading
Steal a memory, borrow a memory.
Steal a memory, borrow a memory. The dilemma of a long life. The restless heart learn to adore old memories. The fortune of youth become eloquence words on a sheet of paper. We… Continue reading
Once I saw everything in your eyes.
1- Once, I saw everything in your eyes. You whispered to me, your dreams of Big Sur and climbing Mount Rainier. I was thankful my kind friend. You loved me. 2- Like this.… Continue reading
A New York City night.
A New York City night. Was a New York City dark winter night.The cold of Winter made the strangers gathered in the taverns.I sat alone at the bar, writing into my journal.A pretty… Continue reading