Spin the bottle.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry “The game of youth get used without our permission with old age.” Spin the bottle. Old man sat alone. He told me. Damn if you do. Damn if… Continue reading
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Two steps from hell. A secret melody.
Two steps from hell- A secret melody.. He told the pretty British girl in the city of London. There are consequences for every action, we do. The fatality of youth, we believe. We… Continue reading
Stand-up for the right things.
Men are not prisoners of fate, but only prisoners of their own minds. Franklin D. Roosevelt Democracy cannot succeed unless those who express their choice are prepared to choose wisely. The real safeguard… Continue reading
If I was the king of the forest.
IF I was the king of the forest. A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Old memories and old dreams.” If I was the King of the Forest. American Soldiers drinking with boisterous and loud German women and… Continue reading
Please give me a year in Florence. Some amazing Italian music.
Please give me one year in Florence. I visit beautiful Florence four times in the late seventies. She left me with good memories. I was young and she was gorgeous. I was alone… Continue reading
Wicked we must be, wicked. We must know. Hanging with Dorian Gray.
Wicked, we must be. Wicked, we must know. “Because to influence a person is to give him one’s own soul. He does not think his natural thoughts or burn with his natural passions. His… Continue reading
The tarots cards.
The tarot cards. I went to an old dark carnival on a hidden road outside of Sarajevo.I have been having a dream about a Gypsy woman. The dreams had brought me to the… Continue reading
Jazzy Monday. Old love.
Jazzy Monday. Old love… She called me at midnight and she asked me. Johnnie, Johnnie. Do you remember me? I am so damn lonely tonight and please Johnnie. Can I come to you tonight?I… Continue reading
The sea dancer.
The sea dancer. She was a dancer and I was the Monterey Irish Pub drunk. She could paint the sea, she could paint the forest and she could paint beautiful faces and beautiful… Continue reading
Dear Angela.
Angela A Poem by Coyote Poetry We can fall so low and deep. Need someone to pull us up to see daylight. Angela. Her beauty had lessened with time.The circle of darkness surrounded… Continue reading