Liar’s moon lullaby…
Liar’s moon lullaby.. I told the liar’s moon, eleven anthrax shots given to my by the Army. I have forgotten more than I remember. I search my deaden mind for faces, for the… Continue reading
Tag Archive: California
Please stay with me..
Please stay with me.. A Poem by Coyote PoetryRare times in a life we can find comfort with another. We need to hold on till the dream disappears. Please stay with me… I sipped… Continue reading
The sea dancer..
The sea dancer.. The lovely coming Dusk, worshiped the dancing beauty. The falling sun smiled, the rising moon loved the girl, dancing for him. I went to her and I told her, you… Continue reading
When comes a stranger..
Death come when she desires. I was last year man. I had it all. Beautiful house and a great job. A hot girlfriend with clear blue eyes and legs as long as Texas… Continue reading
The blue dress…
The blue dress.. I found you sitting alone at your family party. Your once fiery hazel eyes, grey with sadness. I asked you. How are your dear Belinda? You are still so beautiful.… Continue reading
Please come to me…
Please come home to me I called you from Monterey. I told you the sea is so beautiful. The Pacific ocean sings to me, bring me hope. I drink coffee all day. I… Continue reading
I am going to California..
I am going to California…. I wrote down on a napkin at the Pier in Monterey. “You can’t go back and you can’t kill the memories.” I was young once and I loved… Continue reading
Pathfinder…
Pathfinder A Poem by Coyote Poetry We look in many places for what we need and want. Most times what we need is in front of our face.” Pathfinder.. There are many way… Continue reading
Locked and loaded..
(Locked and loadedA Poem by Coyote PoetryWar. What is it good for? Nothing.”) Locked and loadedThe old Soldiers knows. The madness of youth was the temptation of sweet wine and the fighting and… Continue reading
Dying, lying and you…
Dying, lying and you… Last house near the lake. Was our place to rest. We were Gypsy hearts and Irish coffee mornings. We would find the quiet lake rarely, for we loved the… Continue reading