Please tell me, how you lived?
Please tell me, how you lived? The old poet told the people at the poetry reading. Dead men, do not rise. He read some quotes. “For each man kills the things… Continue reading
Please tell me, how you lived? The old poet told the people at the poetry reading. Dead men, do not rise. He read some quotes. “For each man kills the things… Continue reading
We loaned, we borrowed and we stole The Winter of 1978, we create boundless nights, we made thousand promises for love and you taught me. We loan, we borrow and we stole. The… Continue reading
(4 poems. Poet dear Judy, her poetry made me decide to be not epic for a second) I ain’t done yet my friends, still many miles to go. Are you coming with… Continue reading
Highway poetry-short poems A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Wander or slowly die She was so beautiful, she moved like a wild and free animal. I knew she was untamed and lusted… Continue reading
Traveling and rambling man. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just my words. Traveling and rambling man Old Johnnie sat alone in the tavern in the city of Austin, Texas. Drinking… Continue reading
My father’s song (My father passed Jack Isaacs on 29 January. Was 93 years old and he was tough as nails.) Greatest man I ever known. He told me often. “Life… Continue reading
“Hereditary Feelings”, 2016, Yuriy Ku Drop He remembered love Old man sat by the Lake St. Clair. He saw an auburn beauty walking the the biking path. Her eyes of… Continue reading
You are my ocean My first love was the sea. Uncontrolled and free. I danced with her, as a child. I fell into her waves and I felt the safety of… Continue reading
(I found some old letters from dear Beatrice. I found some old poetry. I hope you like) I gave my love to you, my sweet Beatrice Was Monterey, was the sea… Continue reading
My dear Beatrice She told me. “Johnnie become like the dancing waves. Wild and free. Allow the Monterey nights to make us know the freedom and the laughter. Enter into the mediation… Continue reading