We had the month of May, once.
We had the month of May, once. Pretty gal from Italy told him by the Monterey Bay, the pipe dream poet, he isn’t poetry, he isn’t love, he is cursed, cursed to live… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Coyote Poetry
The gale of Winter. And a beautiful Beth Hart song.
The gales of Winter. Lake or sea, the mighty water never sleeps. When the sea is quiet, the lake is resting. Danger is near. I believe, all of us, are like the long… Continue reading
A one-way street. And a lovely Elle King song.
A one way street, baby (I loved love. Love didn’t love me.) Pretty lady called me lover; she called me friend. She told me, I need you near and please hang around dear… Continue reading
Lestat’s cafe in San Diego. A meeting.
Lestat’s coffee shop conversation. Was a quiet San Diego night. I read my poetry at a poetry reading next to the Lestat’s coffee shop. I read an old poem. ” Bitter branches. Old… Continue reading
Damn the ancient Gods.
Damn the ancient Gods. Pretty lady laid bare in heart and soul watching the sun fall into the sea.She looked at me and told me. Damn the gods who hate love, they tried… Continue reading
Dear Paloma.
Dear Paloma. You make me so crazy my dear Paloma. Damn those eyes, damn those green eyes that steal my thoughts and my dreams. You and I, kindred spirit seeking proper peace and… Continue reading
I need you; I need you.
I need you, I need you Pretty lies, pretty faces and pretty songs.Wounded people accepting less, wanting more. Where do we go when the blackness of the night is sweet.Deep beers and long… Continue reading
Let’s drink and pray for more.
Let’s drink and pray for more. Wild child danced alone on Austin Dance floor.Barely old enough to be in the dark taverns of Downtown Austin.Her wild eyes searched for what she needed. I… Continue reading
Tender loving care.
Tender loving care. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Real love is given without the desire of reward. Tender loving care. She had big blue eyes. She sat on my lap at the college… Continue reading
The stillness of the night.
The stillness of the night. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need places where we know peace and we can be who we are truly are. The stillness of the night. Real love… Continue reading