Tag Archive: Coyote Poetry

Never enough whiskey, she told me…

 Never enough whiskey, she told me… Pretty girl drank alone, once we great lovers and now we have become strangers seeking nothing. I told her, damn taverns are the place to die, dear… Continue reading

Rate this:

The beauty and the sea…

The beauty and the sea… You saved me. You waited for me by the blessed Pacific ocean and you turned to me. You looked at me with your sea blue eyes and I… Continue reading

Rate this:

The light and the darkness…

The light and the darkness A Poem by Coyote Poetry  When love take over our mind. We will taste sweetness, we shall taste bitterness. Light and darkness, we shall know.  coyotepoetrebloggeduna-lady-italiana(Thank you Tumblr) coyotepoet… Continue reading

Rate this:

Something is wrong with me… A Bukowski verbal poem too…

Something is wrong with me. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Bukowski had stole my soul.                    Something is wrong with me…. Something is wrong with me.… Continue reading

Rate this:

Three fingers of the whiskey… For dear Nightbirde.

Three fingers of the whiskey. I had a bad night. I read dear Nightbirde/ Jane Marczewski left our world on 20 Feb. I fell in love with this beautiful young lady. Her songs,… Continue reading

Rate this:

The first time I saw your face…

 The first time I saw your face…. I found lonely road and Godless heart. I was seeking good death and I was a leftover life waiting for no-one and nothing. I was roaming… Continue reading

Rate this:

Michigan….

Michigan… Promises made and promises broken. Left me where I started. I left you in Michigan trying to find the place where I could feel alive. I found wars, new cities and drank… Continue reading

Rate this:

The tango lullaby….

 Tango lullaby…. Loving lady is waiting for me. Her black tight dress covering up little. Allowing her long tans legs to tempt my visions when I arrived at the night club. She had… Continue reading

Rate this:

My Joan of Arc…

  My Joan of Arc… She painted her make-up upon perfect skin. She turned to me and she told me . I need my war face tonight. I rarely show my real face… Continue reading

Rate this:

He remembered love…

“Hereditary Feelings”, 2016, Yuriy Ku Drop He remembered love… Old man sat by the Lake St. Clair. He saw an auburn beauty walking the the biking path. Her eyes of sea-water blue and… Continue reading

Rate this: