The saga of Veronica…
The saga of Veronica… Part one.. She torments my mind and she swim in my dreams. She loved the white English roses and the Spring wildflowers. She laughed at my poetry and I… Continue reading
The saga of Veronica… Part one.. She torments my mind and she swim in my dreams. She loved the white English roses and the Spring wildflowers. She laughed at my poetry and I… Continue reading
The wisp/ the kiss, the memory. The Long Island ice tea…. Part one He had traveled 1500 miles to see her face and he went to her home. He waited for her and… Continue reading
I am jealous of the sea.. Was a beautiful Dust, of the night coming and I watched you dance with the sea. I told the falling sun, the rising moon. I am jealous… Continue reading
Your love, like Heroin… Lace and silk, whiskey and sin, pain and misery we loved. I loved to watch you paint your beautiful face and I told you. You are a natural beauty.… Continue reading
I had a dream, I had a good dream. A Story by Coyote Poetry My dream poetry. Dryden, Donne, Hemingway, London, Kosinski, Bukowski and Ben Jonson came to me in my dreams last night. … Continue reading
When the blind men and women lead us… A Poem by Coyote Poetry June poetry number five. So many people need help in the USA. Need help from the fat politician in Washington D.C.… Continue reading
The lucky and the crazy. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I lived on the coastline of California for three years. No better place to be. The lucky and the crazy… We danced by… Continue reading
I am growing old and I know now what life is. My grandfather told me often. “Nothing good to say. Say nothing. Better to hold silence than to create a unrepairable situation. ”… Continue reading
I walked away… Beautiful Kelly…I felled in love with a voice. I fell in love with a face. Please tell me, you love me. We have a great sea to separate us. You… Continue reading
I drink alone… Prettiest and meanest gal in the Jazz bar. She drank alone. She looked into the mirror and she told the mirror. Fuck you. Pretty Sheila wanted no voices. She loved… Continue reading