The sheep and the wolf.
The sheep and the wolf. The man lifts his bottle of cheap wine,telling the passing people.“You can’t go back after the words are spokento cut down a sweet love.”The old man didn’t ask… Continue reading
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Love, dance and celebrate being alive.
The Pacific Love, Dance and celebrate being alive. She was so beautiful. Five foot eleven inches in height. A slim and perfect body. Tan legs I desired to caress the moment I saw her walk… Continue reading
An immortal love once.
An immortal love once. A Poem by Coyote PoetryLove is rare and it is a blessing. I had a immortal love once…I told the whiskey glass. The worst sin done, is something we wanted… Continue reading
Merry Christmas. Be kind to someone.
Be kind to each other. Merry Christmas. Sober men can’t write the truth,godless men can’t see heaven.Liquor voice, does not seek salvation,only seek to repent to the whiskey bottle. We are like an… Continue reading
Beautiful Laura still dances by the sea.
Beautiful Laura still dances by the sea A Poem by Coyote Poetry Beautiful places and things can’t be forgotten. Beautiful Laura still dances by the sea. I sat in a field of wildflowers.The… Continue reading
The lost and found.
The lost and found A Poem by Coyote Poetry “When love is misplaced. Hard to find again.” The lost and found. I loved the Monterey nights. I would walk from Fort Ord, California… Continue reading
Dark eyed Angel who lost her wings.
Dark Eyes Angel who losts her wing. (I was still roaming the country. The days when time wasn’t a concern. May 1994. Writing and reading poetry brought me the confused and lost woman.… Continue reading
The damn road.
The damn road A cold winter day in late December. We lay together sharing sweet kisses. Her beautiful young body pressing against me so tightly. I can hear her heart beating. I put my… Continue reading
Worn and torn love.
Worn and torn love.Written on 8 April 1985 (For Angela. A lost and confused young woman.I try to pick her up and show her life was okay.I hope she found peace?) She never… Continue reading
A Bukowski poem and a poem. The loveliest woman in Monterey.
The loveliest girl in Monterey. The loveliest gal in Monterey, she hated love and disliked men who begged for attention. I was the midnight poet, and I would go to her shop in… Continue reading