You get what you deserve.
Deserve. Father told me often, we get what we deserve. I played the bastard well and the darkness overtook my life. He turned to me and he whispered. Something we can’t be forgiven… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Coyote Poetry
Please one more dance near the sea.
Please one more dance near the sea. The Monterey pretty poet name Diane read to me. “Laughing, crying. Wanting, begging. Celebrating, complaining. Seeking nothing and wanting nothing. We like the hello and we… Continue reading
Please stay with me till the end of time.
Please stay with me till the end of time..A Poem by Coyote Poetry (Rare times in a life we can find comfort with another. We need to hold on till the dream disappears. ) Please… Continue reading
I hope your days be bright and love will be near you always.
I hope your days be bright and love will be near you always. She was my Gypsy girl, my Monterey Bay dancer. She would gather her friends, and they would find the sea.… Continue reading
An April girl, an April love.
An April girl, an April love. I want to marry a girl who love the days of Spring, I want to hold the hands of April blessing, I want to steal kisses by… Continue reading
Maybe, maybe not.
Maybe, maybe not. Maybe, maybe not she told him. We watched the sea and I journeyed into her eyes. She told me. When you open locked doors, spread the legs wide. Are we… Continue reading
The damn twisted road.
The damn twisted road. (April is poetry month. New poetry number eight.) I tried to find a memory; I tried to find a place. I have forgotten how your face looked, and I… Continue reading
Listen to the wind and a powerful song by dear Shea.
Listen to the wind (Crazy leaders want to close-up the world. Medicine for them and they want war and more wealth. The poor and old shall die. Please listen, listen hard to the… Continue reading
The sin, the gin and the skin.
The sin, the gin and the skin. We were the Tuesday night poets, we shared words with the writers and the poets, we shared words with the lonely at the Irish tavern at… Continue reading
I dreamed it was silence. Five war poems.
I dreamed it was silence. So damn quiet. Yesterday man became the forgotten man. He followed his father; he followed his grandfather footsteps. Sought war, drink and unknown places. Old soldiers don’t tell… Continue reading