The last time I saw your kind face. I remember.
The last time I saw your face, my kind friend. I remember.. When we are blessed with youth and vinegar. We don’t know. We have few mentors and people who shall love us.… Continue reading
The last time I saw your face, my kind friend. I remember.. When we are blessed with youth and vinegar. We don’t know. We have few mentors and people who shall love us.… Continue reading
Purgatory Inn. Conversation with a Siren. Always good company at the Purgatory Inn. Chess games are being played. Long and deep conversation being done. Purgatory Inn, never closes and always entertaining. Tonight I… Continue reading
The rising sun.. I sat in the New Orleans in 1996 in a old rustic tavern on main street. I liked New Orleans, hard time and hard days couldn’t kill her spirit. I… Continue reading
The Medicine wheel A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old Native American wisdom. We need to gather as one people to save earth and all people. Wisdom of the Medicine wheel… (I have been lucky. Many kind Native… Continue reading
The song of love.. Drunkenness in a reckless love, knowing the true fragrant of love.The blackness of love, the whiteness of love.The dead love, the alive love.The desperate love and the forgotten love.… Continue reading
Utopia of the pen and the paper… In the sixties. There was a good dream.We support to be working 32 hours a week and enjoying art, poetry and music by the year 2000.The… Continue reading
Write, write and write some more… What would this world be without words? The ancient writers wrote of war and love without fear.Many of the great writers were damn for their thoughts.I’m thankful… Continue reading
I need a Spring time kiss, a Summer lover…. I wonder if love was ever real for me? I asked the rising moon, my dearest love, I remember you, were we? Just myth… Continue reading
I took the midnight train to Florence, the days of Spring were coming to a ending. I loved the Germany Spring and I needed dear Florence again. The city of Florence stole my… Continue reading
A Poem by Coyote PoetryLife is taking chances. We will fall many times. If we are lucky. We will know peace one day.) Russian roulette.. Beautiful young woman dances on a stage on… Continue reading