A voyage..
A voyage.. One, wild man was restless, fearless, a hurricane. He loved rhyme, verse and epic poetry about love, war and nature. He would drink, sing, dance into the midnight hours. He wanted… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Coyote Poetry
No chance..
No chance.. My beautiful dear lady is waiting for me, a touch of the sun upon her face. I stand at a distance and I appreciate her gentle eyes, the softness of her… 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
The fingerprints.
The fingerprints… I washed the blankets and I washed the sheets. I opened the Window wide and the damn cold air awoke my memory of you. On a September night in the Fall,… Continue reading
As long as the glass shall grow..
As Long As The Grass Shall Grow… He told the prettiest girl in his world, thank you for staying with me. I have been following you since the Summer of 1976 and you… Continue reading
Beautiful song birds..
Beautiful song birds… The days of Spring are here and the kind birds are singing their morning song. I meet the morning sun and I whisper to the sky. Thank you beautiful song… Continue reading
Concrete angel..
Concrete angel.. It was a Spring morning in Austin, Texas in 1995. Yearly poetry weekend was here. My favorite time of the year. My only attempt at verbal poetry for me when I… Continue reading
The Scottish kisses..
The Scottish girl kisses.. It was 1978 and the long days of Summer were here. Early June, warm days, weekend activities and weekend adventures to discover new places. I found safety in the… Continue reading
A safe place, a kind face..
A safe place, a kind face, maybe? Someone told the loneliest lady in the bar. Johnnie wanted to die alone, with Jack Daniel and Jim Beam as his only friends. She stood behind… Continue reading
Looking for my Agnes..
Looking for my Agnes.. Hemingway wrote of his Agnes. A love, who saved him and left him. Hemingway learn. Love in war, just gifts of the survivors. We must go home. Took J.… Continue reading