“The sea and the chess game
1992, Monterey 2018, Monterey The sea and the chess game Old Poet set-up the chess game and I opened the bottle of tequila. The old man had few friends. People… Continue reading
1992, Monterey 2018, Monterey The sea and the chess game Old Poet set-up the chess game and I opened the bottle of tequila. The old man had few friends. People… Continue reading
Did I do all, I could do, in the time I was given? (For the dear singer Joey, her memory still bring tears to my eyes) Dear lord, I am getting so… Continue reading
(As pretty as a perfect painting A Poem by Coyote Poetry) As pretty as a perfect painting She told me. You make me feel beautiful and wanted and I told her. Beauty is… Continue reading
The portrait of you Phantom dreams led me to you. You were my illusion of perfection. I was flattered when you condemn me to loving you forever by a gesture of hello… Continue reading
Can you see? The truth. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. “I was once asked why I don’t participate in anti-war demonstrations. I said that I will never do that, but… Continue reading
I cried and I died tonight Once we held love over all things. I remember us. We disregarded the ending for the days and nights of love. I was your Hemingway and you… Continue reading
San Francisco, Monterey and Big Sur The year 1992, I left the Iraq border for New Jersey. I spend three months at Fort Dix, N.J. in the Winter months. I was attached to… Continue reading
Dead flowers I came to you with some Tennessee whiskey and a small plant with rosemary trying to grow. I sat on your porch, waiting for you. I wanted to see your… Continue reading
Did I ever love you? Dying. Lying. Needing. Bleeding. Pretty Poet, she sang her words sweet and sadly to willing listeners at the Poetry reading in Monterey coffee shop. … Continue reading
The color of love Dear lover. You made me come alive. The fire in you eyes make me wish to swim in your brown eyes and drown in the gentleness of your voice.… Continue reading