No take-backs my friend..
No take-backs my dear friend. Young man in the dark tavern told the bar Poet. I broke a woman heart and I spoke cold and heartless words . I should of never said.… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Coyote Poetry
Three little love poems and a beautiful Kaz Hawkins song.
1- Some fire begun and they can’t never be put out, beautiful smile, kind words and tender touches. Open doors, never to be closed. 2- Those eyes, stole my thoughts, you are miracle… Continue reading
Those were the days, my friend.
Those were the days, my friend.. A snowy day and the mall at Christmas. I saw a pretty face and she saw me looking at her. We waited for a few seconds. She… Continue reading
When the war is over..
When the war is over.. I haven’t been right, maybe I won’t be right again, I left war and war found me. Friends faces are hanging with me, a heavy sadness. My friends,… Continue reading
You are my Springtime..
You are my Spring time.. Cold days and colder nights, heavy clothing burden, I shall forget. You stand in the April sun, showing me, tender shoulders blessed by the sun and your beautiful… Continue reading
If I could, I would..
If I could, I would… First words and last words, we cannot forget. If I could, I would go back in time, spend more time with dear grandmother. She called me honey, dear… Continue reading
I will take care of you…
I will take care of you.. In the dead of long night, our wandering mind find things lost and cannot be found. Old Johnnie sitting alone in the Jazz bar and he is… Continue reading
The coastline…
The Coastline A Poem by Coyote Poetry In 1991, I drove from Michigan to California. I wrote this poem the day I saw the Ocean. The Coastline.. I fell in love with her on… Continue reading
Last chance saloon..
Last chance saloon…. I was the Monday night closer manager at the Purgatory Inn. I was counting the money and a pretty lady was waiting for me. I watched her roll her cigarette… Continue reading
The word man..
Many years ago. In 1991 to 1993. I would read my poetry on the coastline of California. I had some fans too. Old woman and young girls. They called me the word man. I carry a… Continue reading