A perfect picture… two poems.
Paint me.. Elegant lady told me. Life is hard and the night is long my love.We must bathe in the kindness of the long midnight.Kind night allowed us to adrift in the safety… Continue reading
Paint me.. Elegant lady told me. Life is hard and the night is long my love.We must bathe in the kindness of the long midnight.Kind night allowed us to adrift in the safety… Continue reading
Wander or slowly die.. She was so beautiful.She moved like a wild and free animal.I knew she was untamed and lusted for the free highway.I didn’t try to capture her. Just made… Continue reading
Things lost, things found… My scattered memories reappear in wild dreams. I remember forgotten face, I remember forgotten places and I remember the last conversations with great people, I have known. Things lost,… Continue reading
Dancing in the dark with you dear Daniela. I was drinking whiskey alone and I was listening to the good jazz. A pretty auburn lady sat with me and she asked me, what… Continue reading
Lovely Veronica. The prettiest poet in Monterey read her work to us at the Monterey Coffee house. “Hello love, hello kind friend. In your eyes, you make me feel so worthwhile and so… Continue reading
Big Sur. A L.A girl is dancing alone with the Big Sur sea and the moon half moon is lighting up the night for her. She wanted a refuge from the madness of… Continue reading
Four little poems. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I found some short poetry from 1989. I hope you like. DreamsI could of touched every dream. My sweet dreams went fleeting away,when you did… Continue reading
I want to know you… Silence whispers and the old photos, they give me remnants of who you are. Do you know me? I believe woman are more layered than men. Rarely does… Continue reading
A stranger, I became. He was corrupted by the Army, almost 15 years, twisted his minds and his needs. Once he needed home, once he needed his family. And now he need new… Continue reading
Already broken… Oldest and most tire man in Michigan escaped to find something lost. He remembers a Auburn hair with a silky voice, the whiskey nights and the Soldier’s liar prayer. He gave… Continue reading