Like father…
(Last photo of father in 1996. He died two weeks later. 61 years old. Booze and war, did him in.) Like father. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Blood of father flowed in my vein… Continue reading
Category Archive: poetry
Andrea…
Andrea… I remembered dear Andrea. A lovely Michigan gal, once was kind to my young heart. I wrote into a notebook. “Time has pass us by, old wounds don’t hurt so badly. Old… Continue reading
Help Ukraine–And Get My Book for Free!
Originally posted on JC Reilly: Poeta Venum:
As I mentioned several days ago, my new chapbook Amo e Canto was released. I posted about it on Twitter, Facebook, and Linked In, thinking that…
My masterpiece…
Masterpiece… Once blushing beauty stole my heart. She create a rage of need I never knew. She found me sitting alone by the Boeblingen lake and her river blue eyes stole everything I… Continue reading
I need a Spring time kiss, a Summer lover…
I need a Spring time kiss, a Summer lover…. I wonder if love was ever real for me? I asked the rising moon, my dearest love, I remember you, were we? Just myth… Continue reading
Your Choice
Originally posted on Digital Rabbit Hole:
Surikov_Strelets_woman_hiding_her_face_1880 Where have you gone? Where are you now?Can memories, dissolve in Time’s ocean,like foam on waves rolling out to sea?There is nowhere to even look for…
Do for love…
Do for love… Pretty words, long dances into the midnight hours, tasty kisses and warm embrace is what you are to me. Once we believe in nothing and today. You and I. Believe… Continue reading
Great music and a poem- 40 cent more…
40 cents more ———————————————————————————————- I called Scotland at 10pm, hoping for a proper goodbye. Beautiful Sheena answered her telephone and she told me, Johnnie, I forgave you, We held love for a… Continue reading
You are my poetry….
You are my poetry…. Forlorn love, treasured memories. You used to read poetry to me by the candle light. You were my heavenly voice, sweet songs when life became too hard. Once we… Continue reading
Mojo a-coming… Me and Jim Morrison ghost hanging out.
Mojo a-coming… I left Ann Arbor in 1990. The dead man walking had nothing to lose. Joined a war to see, if he was alive or dead? The damn war taught me, Johnnie… Continue reading