Hanging with Charles Bukowski. And a poem.
Go all the way. Don’t give in, don’t give-up.If you dream. Dream big.Life is ours to test. We must test life, love many and see the beauty of our world. Find the sea,… Continue reading
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Hanging with Bukowski and a poem.
The first dandelion.. The streets are empty,the houses are quiet.I wonder where are the children?I clean-up the Winter waste and I smiled.One beautiful dandelion had appeared through the Winter leftover.I stood by her.I… Continue reading
All the way.. A Charles Bukowski verbal poem.
All the way…. Don’t give in, don’t give-up. If you dream. Dream big. Life is our’s to test. We must test life, love many and see the beauty of our world. Find the… Continue reading
Maybe Bukowski?
Maybe Bukowski? The silence poet read his words on the first Tuesday night of each month. Otherwise his voice is quiet, he prefer the Salinger way over Hemingway loudness. He wants to be… Continue reading
All the way. And a Charles Bukowski verbal poem.
All the way.. Don’t give in, don’t give-up. If you dream. Dream big. Life is our’s to test. We must test life, love many and see the beauty of our world. Find the… Continue reading
All the way.. And a Charles Bukowski poem.
All the way…. Don’t give in, don’t give-up.If you dream. Dream big. Life is our’s to test. We must test life, love many and see the beauty of our world. Find the sea,… Continue reading
Maybe Bukowski?
A Poem by Coyote Poetry Years ago. I met Bukowski roaming the California coastline. I didn’t know who he was, at the time. He read my work and he told me. Good stuff and… Continue reading
All the way…
All the way.. Don’t give in, don’t give-up. If you dream. Dream big. Life is our to test.We must test life, love many and see the beauty of our world.Find the sea, dance… Continue reading
The loveliest girl in Monterey and a outstanding Bukowski poem.
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