Bukowski verbal poetry and a poem.
The loveliest girl in Monterey… The loveliest gal in Monterey, she hated love and disliked men who begged for attention. I was the midnight poet and I would go to her shop in… Continue reading
The loveliest girl in Monterey… The loveliest gal in Monterey, she hated love and disliked men who begged for attention. I was the midnight poet and I would go to her shop in… Continue reading
Slow dance…. Good Jazz, the good drink and drowning in the old memories. My old love dancing alone to the saddest Jazz and I told my whiskey. Pretty lady, I remember us. I… Continue reading
It’s okay. (April poetry number twenty-nine.) Last day of April, my friend. My Michigan feeling the Spring warm day kiss finally. I am listening to beautiful Nightbirde songs and the grandchildren still sleeping.… Continue reading
The Coyote and Raven dance… The coyote was dancing for the half-moon, he moved and weaved into the deep forest and he knew. His beautiful friend was watching him celebrate the night. The… Continue reading
It’s okay A Poem by Coyote Poetry For Jane Marczweski , Nightbirde “You can’t wait until life isn’t hard anymore until you decide to be happy.” Nightbirde “There are a lot of people who want… Continue reading
Thank you for visiting. Phil Ochs. He sang anti war song. He killed himself in April 1976. I believe, he should be remembered. Coyote
We don’t want to fight no-more….. Once brave boy believed war would save our world. The brave boy became a man. He fought for a Government who would forget him after the battles… Continue reading
The twisted dance of love… (Written in 1988) I lay beside you in the night of the Germany December.I feel the heat of tender flesh and I look into your blue eyes.They shine… Continue reading
Fallen Angels… In the lair of the fallen angels. Old men talk of fleeing love, old war and missed faces. I joined the club at a young age. Bad decisions, dead brothers and… Continue reading
Mercy, mercy me… We were Long Island ice teas and long talks. We were free-climbers of the free mountains and we loved dancing with the Pacific. You were the most beautiful woman, I… Continue reading