Vinegar and sweet wine…
Vinegar and sweet wine… Did I thank you my beautiful and sweet Brigitte?I’m leaving on plane very soon for my real home.You came back into my life to say goodbye.You are sitting between… Continue reading
Vinegar and sweet wine… Did I thank you my beautiful and sweet Brigitte?I’m leaving on plane very soon for my real home.You came back into my life to say goodbye.You are sitting between… Continue reading
Originally posted on BEAUTY IN EVERYTHING:
She walks she breathes She works she laughs She loves she cries She is and will always be She is beautiful She is talented She is her…
Hell-bend highways A Poem by Coyote PoetrySome folks cannot be saved. My Brother is free…. Always torn and never content. Being a regular Joe was not so easy for him. Whiskey and beer… Continue reading
Purgatory Inn and no place to go….. I have the long Island ice tea fresh and cold.Bartender keep them coming.They love the big tippers.Purgatory Inn is open early and closes late.Safe place for… Continue reading
Originally posted on Tea & Transparency:
I was mistaken, misled even – thanks to misinformation. I was misunderstood. I misrepresented the misuse of my misery. I mistreated myself – misruled the misfit fighting…
Angels, sirens and muses A Poem by Coyote PoetryJust words. Angels, muses and sirens… I was near death often in my life. I learn Death isn’t an enemy. We must be born and die,… Continue reading
Originally posted on White Cat Grove:
We avoid each other, don’t we? Curl into our interiority, conches in separate universes on the sea floor, soft and blind in our rooms. Perhaps it’s a…
Originally posted on The Boy Behind The Glasses. Poetry and Writing :
They Claimed to Know Me they claimed to know me but, in my memory they were filed under the category of, ‘missed’…
My lovely Beatrice. My muse by the sea. A Poem by Coyote Poetry My lovely Beatrice. My muse by the sea…. Beautiful California for us to behold and we entered into a love for the… Continue reading
Father’s burdens. A Poem by Coyote PoetryMy father taught me to appreciate laughter and woman. Father’s burden…. (My father was a Ojibwa/Mexican man in 1950 USA. He never allowed anyone to look… Continue reading