Nancy Sinatra song and a poem…
Two shots of happy, one shot of sad…. I painted pretty pictures for us, I made landscape of perfect and beautiful places. But we danced on the thread of real words. We were… Continue reading
I am here….
I am here… Loneliest man in the bar, drinking alone. He told the smoking cigarette and the empty whiskey glass, you knew the ending at the beginning. A soft hand touched his shoulder,… Continue reading
Delia….
Delia A Poem by Coyote Poetrylove can be sweet.. Love can damn us (The name Delia is of Greek origin. The meaning of Delia is “visible”. It is also of English origin, where its meaning… Continue reading
We were young once…
We were young once… “We poets in our youth begin with gladness; But there off in the end despondency and madness.” Wordsworth” Soldiers rest! Thy warfare o’er, Dream of fighting fields no more:… Continue reading
Another time, another place…
Another time, another place… The loneliness man at Fort Hood volunteered for missions in Central American. He wanted to escape everything and he wanted to taste the Hemingway’s tropical paradise. Once he sought… Continue reading
Monterey and Big Sur
Monterey and Big Sur I need a year in Monterey and Big Sur to write my novel. The Beauty of Monterey and Big Sur will steal your heart. I need a coffee and… Continue reading
Happy birthday Jaden.
Happy birthday Jaden.. My grandson turn eight year old on 24 September. I had my best days with him. Watching him grow-up and becoming so smart. I remember the saddest day too. His… Continue reading
The Sun, Moon and Life
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The ashes and the fire…
The ashes and the fire… My dearest love, my serene memory. I remember us. We loved the midnight hours, locked door and to be 3 am wild and free. The German Winter made… Continue reading
Ravishing beauty dancing alone…
Ravishing beauty dancing alone A Poem by Coyote PoetryA memory Ravishing beauty dancing alone… We will masquerade as many people. We will be hopeful and filled with dreams when youth is our advantage. We… Continue reading