Make me believe dear poet..
Pretty words.. Dangerous beautiful lady in her tight black dress and wearing chain of amethyst crystal upon her neck. Was my crystal once and she wanted it more than I did. She told… Continue reading
Pretty words.. Dangerous beautiful lady in her tight black dress and wearing chain of amethyst crystal upon her neck. Was my crystal once and she wanted it more than I did. She told… Continue reading
My midnight dancer.. A pretty Gypsy girl, I watched her circle-dance with the sea. Spring Equinox brought me to the live music, the Gypsy girl befriended me in early Spring, she told me,… Continue reading
Highway 80,never ending,the long ride to California,maybe escaping?what we leave behind,love begone,love cast out?Are we running to?Or away? ————————————————————————— She asked me,were you killed-off by love?I loved this woman,sultry dress, scent of Summer… Continue reading
I want to see you again… The powerful Pacific ocean hide the love stories of fearless lovers.I wandered the beaches of Monterey.I looked at faces. Chasing ghosts of old lovers and sweet kisses.Longing… Continue reading
A Poem by Coyote Poetry Last dream is freedom. When it is gone. What is left?” Coyote spirit.. (In Native American Myth. The Coyote was the joker. Laugh at life and held no fear.)… Continue reading
As pretty as a perfect painting.. She told me. You make me feel beautiful and wanted and I told her. Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, he, who can see laughing… Continue reading
Dearest Marcella I found a twenty-five year old storage bag. Filled with old photos and old letters. I went through them, one by one. Each photo showed me a stranger, who lived and… Continue reading
The sea and the chess game.. Old Poet set-up the chess game and I opened the bottle of tequila.The old man had few friends. People see an old man with no-place to go.They… Continue reading
A California a-dreaming Once on a full moon night in the Winter of 1992, I found my true love.I saw her dancing and moving for me and she bewitched my heart forever. I… Continue reading
Big Sur.. No internet, no phone calls. No worries had followed, Me and my old friend had gathered again. Thank you Pacific Ocean and Big Sur. Always a wonderful place and day when… Continue reading