The dance.
The dance. Star bright, star light. So many stars lighting up the night. I have one wish.Dark eyed beauty dances with the Seaside waves.She had stripped away her fears, and she dances with… Continue reading
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The Pacific Ocean.
The Pacific Ocean. The half-drunk poet told the pretty gal in the Irish tavern in Austin, Texas. I had a sweet love once and she is waiting for me still. She made me… Continue reading
Disease.
DISEASE. Two strangers sat together.Discussing things that didn’t matter. The woman looked at the man.Told him.I was once a beauty once.Men begged for my attention. He told her.Beauty is one less… Continue reading
Worn and torned love.
Worn and torned love. Written on 8 April 1985 (For Angela. A lost and confused young lady. I tried to pick her up and show her life was okay. I hope she… Continue reading
Softly we must go. And a beautiful Mean Mary song.
Softly we must go. Softly we go, you and me. We had danced in many dangerous storms and we wanted more. Baby sweet, honey, my love. We need shoeless days, we need to… Continue reading
The pretty things, the dangerous things.
The pretty thing, the dangerous things. Once I held treasure. We danced in the lost and found of seeking happiness. Once we were fearless and we knew laughter. We had Gypsy souls and… Continue reading
Dear Monterey.
Dear Monterey. The kind Gods took me from war to you dear Monterey. I joined wars to try to die the proper death. Suicide, I couldn’t do. War didn’t want my death. The… Continue reading
Moonlight confessions.
2- Miss you.I’m missing you,I whispered to the falling sun in the west.The raising moon shed a tear for the lonely lover. 3- Moonlight.My moonlight confession,whispered words to the moon and the stars.Words… Continue reading
California.
California. Johnnie hiding behind his paper and pen. Once a great dreaming, once a great lover of the sea, once the wandering man, has lost his way. Now he is seeking Salinger’s silence.… Continue reading
No regrets.
I have no regrets (A Poem by Coyote Poetry Bad days become less painful with time and distance.) No regret. I stopped in Ann Arbor in June, year 2000. I liked to swim… Continue reading