The blue dress…
The blue dress.. (You damned me dear pretty lady and the blue dress is haunting my dreams. Are you coming to me, or walking away? I watch your bare feet walking on the… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Coyote Poetry
Love is a flowing river…
Love is a flowing river… For Star.. The pretty songbird sang her song. Dressed in a blue dress and a smile of gold. Her gentle and sweet voice allowed the listener, to escape… Continue reading
Wicked games, we play…
Wicked games, we play… 1- We stole kisses, we said so many words of lies. We loved the wicked game. We adored our naked nights, where we shared sin and gin. We love… Continue reading
Somewhere in time…
Somewhere in time… I found the Pacific in 2016. The late May-days of Monterey were upon the ancient city. I wandered to the old places, I once knew. I was a stranger now… Continue reading
Dear Jenny…
Beautiful Jenny… Once brave man thought the world was his world. He was fearless and he thought his world was wonder and miracle. He found the prettiest gal in Ann Arbor. She taught… Continue reading
Fool’s gold…
Fool’s gold… The irony of life, we learn too late, we can’t have everything we want. I remember you, a breathtaking beauty who listen to my words, my poetry. You held my hands… Continue reading
Dear Cheryl prayed to the stars for the crying moon night.
Dear Cheryl prayed to the stars for the crying night moon… Once a beautiful woman believed love was grand, the kisses would become sweeter and love would save her. She would find me… Continue reading
Wild Maria, dancing Maria, my Winter storm..
Wild Maria, dancing Maria, my Winter storm. The crimson night, the thunder storms of life had brought me to you. I watched you from a distance and I dreamed of moonlight nights, feeling… Continue reading
We didn’t know. I didn’t know.
We didn’t know… I didn’t know… — I called Sheena in Scotland in the Winter of 1980 and I told her. Beautiful Sheena, I miss you so and I am so sorry. She… Continue reading
The drinking song..
Drinking song… Once I met Bukowski in California and he told me. Never truth a man, who never drinks. I learn with old age. He was right. Drunk men or women will tell… Continue reading