Tell me something.
Tell me something.. 1- She told me, Johnnie, Johnnie. I want a fable love, where amor can win. I don’t want a timid man, I want a wild and crazy man. I want… Continue reading
Tag Archive: California
Two Guitars.
Two Guitars.. Was a warm May-day in Monterey and the sea was wild tonight. Once loud man, now quiet man drank his whiskey alone and he prayed for nothing more, nothing less. Once… Continue reading
She was a sea dancer.
She was a sea dancer… She was a painter, part-time poet and she was a sea dancer. She could paint the sea, she could paint the forest and she would paint the faces… Continue reading
I serenaded to the paragon of beauty.
I serenaded to the paragon of beauty. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We were shadows dancing upon the beach. Safe from the peril of real life I serenaded to the paragon of beauty… Continue reading
My lovely Beatrice Marcella. My muse by the sea.
My lovely Beatrice. My muse by the sea. A Poem by Coyote Poetry My lovely Beatrice Marcella. My muse by the sea. Beautiful California for us to behold. Enter a love for the ages with one… Continue reading
The red hair girl.
Young men dream and old men wish. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Age make us kinder and wiser. Must fall down many times to appreciate life. Young men dream and old men wish.… Continue reading
A safe harbor.
A safe harbor… I saw her sitting alone on a park bench. She had a suitcase near her and she watched the sea. She was a pretty girl with sad eyes. I went… Continue reading
The madness, we knew.
The madness, we knew.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some Big Sur poetry. The madness, we knew… You loved the whiskey, you love the sin and you loved the long ride. You wanted the… Continue reading
I knew. We were running toward and escaping love touch in the same second.
I knew we were running toward and escaping love touch in the same second. ( If we do not kiss. Will I miss the kiss?) I went to Ann Arbor looking for a… Continue reading
Gentle on my mind.
Easy on my mind.. She had heard too many useless words spoken and she needed a friend. She was a North Dakota gal, tall, long and so beautiful. She told me on a… Continue reading