I want to see you again.
I need to see you again. I have become cold and lonely in life and heart again,life seem to have crumble into a million pieces, and I don’t care to repair.Lonely road and… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Family
Little boy blue.
Little boy blue. A Poem by Coyote Poetry When a child falls down. Someone must pick them up or they could be lost forever. Little boy blue. Little boy blue lost in a… Continue reading
Lovers and losers.
Lovers and losers A Poem by Coyote Poetry When love comes at the wrong time. Someone must lose. Lovers and losers. She told me. I will cry for you, I would die for… Continue reading
Kiss away my ghosts. And an amazing song by Creed Fisher.
Kiss away my ghosts. The saddest man on the block drank alone. He writes sleeping man poetry, and he drink the “Quiet man” whiskey. He was once insane, wild and foolish. He befriended… Continue reading
The Masquerade.
The masquerade. A New Orleans tale. Was a blue moon night in New Orleans and no-one wanted to show their real face. Beer, wine and liquor was plentiful. Women were exotic and the… Continue reading
We will know happiness, we will know sadness.
(April is poetry month. New poetry number twenty.) We will know happiness, we will know sadness. 1- Once I drank in life, once I search for new places and new faces. I left… Continue reading
The day is gone and the darkness is here.
The day is gone and the dark nights are here. I never liked the month of December. I seem to lose more than I gained. Once, after a war, I returned home and… Continue reading
The good path and a wonderful song by Joey and Rory.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry “We learn with age. What we truly need.” The good path. Where do I go from here? I have made a thousand right and wrong decisions. I have… Continue reading
The healer, the sunflowers.
The healing, the sunflowers. (The sunflowers plants heal the soil and the bees adore.) My grandfather loved his garden. Now I became like my grandfather. He loved the roses, the wildflowers and the… Continue reading
Please come home with me.
Please come home with me. Was Tuesday and I leading the poetry reading at the Monterey coffee shop. Was a good night and we read, we listen and we appreciate the poet’s words.… Continue reading