Old painter on the beach boardwalk… Old man sat alone.He was painting a picture of a woman.She was from another time. We sat in silence till he finally spoke to me.He whispered. Her name was Jennifer.A homecoming… Continue reading
A wild bird… I saw the fear in her eyes.She told me that “I love you.I need you.” But I’m afraid.Afraid of losing myself in a emotionwhere I won’t be able to escape. A… Continue reading
Old wise tale. Old man with a heavy load was asked. Why did he carry so much? He smiled and told them. Life expands and multiplies. We must become stronger or fall upon… Continue reading
Good whiskey, a old truck and a pretty woman near. A Poem by Coyote Poetry The good days are not forgotten. Good whiskey, a old truck and a pretty woman near. I was passing time. Waiting for… Continue reading
Beautiful Laura sat by the sea A Poem by Coyote Poetry Beautiful places and things can’t be forgotten. Beautiful Laura sat by the sea.. I sat in a field of wildflowers.The scent of… Continue reading
Big Sur Big Sur, God’s country. Big Sur, canvas for the painter, poetry for the eyes of the beholder. Coyote
I gave my love to you, my sweet Beatrice… Was Monterey, was the sea near. It was the whiskey and sweet wine we drank dear Beatrice. We conspired to find new cities and… Continue reading
