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
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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
A dance with death.
A dance with Death. (If you are lucky. We get warnings to change our ways. Years ago I was trying to drink myself to death. A beautiful woman change my direction. Spirits with… Continue reading
I don’t need you.
I don’t need you A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Words do have great power and strength.” I don’t need you. At the Purgatory Inn. Old men wisdom means little.Dead men wisdom is buried and… Continue reading
Wild Maria, dancing Maria, my Winter storm.
Wild Maria, dancing Maria, my Winter storm. The crimson night, the thunderstorms of life had brought me to you. I watched you from a distance and I dreamed of moonlight nights, feeling your… Continue reading