Remember to forget..
Remember to forget.. 1- Once, with a Germany night sky above me. Pretty Bridgette found me. She held me like a child and she told me. Play stay with me till you are… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Coyote Poetry
Morning glory and a amazing Cat Steven song.
Morning gloryA Poem by Coyote Poetry “Good to open your eyes and see the glory of the new day and beauty near. “ Morning glory.. The smell of fresh coffee and pancakes cooking and… Continue reading
It is Jazzy Tuesday. Old love.
Old love… She called me at midnight and she whispered. Johnnie, Johnnie. Do you remember me? I am so damn lonely tonight and please Johnnie. Can I come to you tonight?I told her.… Continue reading
The irony of a love tale. Maybe love, maybe not..
The irony of a love tale. Maybe love, maybe not? She told me. The irony of a love tale, maybe love, maybe not? She told me, Fickle I am, fickle I was. I… Continue reading
Texas nights…
Texas nights. I arrived in Austin, Texas at six pm. Happy hour till nine. The one handed bartender Ted asked me. Hello Johnnie, is it a Long Island ice tea night? I smiled… Continue reading
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
A letter from Michigan…
(Johnnie in Germany in 1979.) A letter from Michigan… Sometime cigarettes, good booze and a pen can give a man a reason to be alive. When we parachute blind into love.Even a renegade… Continue reading
The night is young and the night is long, my love.
The night is young and the night is long, my love.. I saw you perfect in the day and I saw you wild and sweet in the early morning.You are my fire in… Continue reading
Two steps from hell. Secret Melody..
Two steps from hell- A secret melody.. He told the pretty British girl in the city of London. There is consequences for every action, we do. The fatality of youth, we believe. We… Continue reading
What is ugly? What is beautiful?
What is ugly? What is beautiful? He watched the pretty artist on the Monterey pier. He brought her coffee and a salad. He sat and he wrote words for no-one. “What is ugly?… Continue reading