Coffee shop conversation.
Coffee shop conversation A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Good coffee and a chess game is what life need to be. I miss the days of good conversation and chess games.” Coffee shop conversation.… Continue reading
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My siren.
My siren A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Sometimes we need beauty and mystery to keep our hope alive.” My Siren. The cold days of winter leave me longing and yearning for the hot days of… Continue reading
I remember you.
I remember you. A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Sometimes we must return to the beginning. To find the missing person in the mirror looking back.” I remember you. The summer days were long.The splendor… Continue reading
Love is, just another four-letter word.
Love is, just another four-letter word. A Poem by Coyote Poetry The word, Love is. Just another four-letter word. She was so tire of the useless words spoken to her. Now she sought the… Continue reading
No cure for love.
No cure for Love. (Sometime looking back in time. Bring back the bad times. As time pass.The bad times seem not so bad.) In the tar pits of blasphemy and disappointment.I tried to forget a… Continue reading
The sea.
Old Poet set-up the chess game and I opened the bottle of tequila.The old man had few friends. People see an old man with no-place to go.They do not sit with him, play… Continue reading
The Iron Mountain song.
The Iron Mountain song. A Story by Coyote PoetryJust some words. The Iron Mountain song. I have finished my journey, and I drove to Iron Mountain. Been 30 years since I saw her face… Continue reading
Wishful heart.
Wishful hearts. I told the pretty Gypsy gal at the Stray Cat Inn. Love never befriended me. I sought the wild sea; I sought the sea dancer. And I learn. Love isn’t understandable… Continue reading
Payment due my friend.
Payment due my friend. I sat daily by the Lake St. Clair lake. I watched the boats go by and I wrote and read. I drank coffee and I fell into Jack London,… Continue reading
Wanderlust. And a lovely Miriam Baghdassarian song.
Wanderlust… — Damn those eyes. Pretty face, demanding loving eyes.Soft voice making me feel weak and captured.Soft touch of hands making me fall into deep embrace.Those eyes make me swim in the dangerous… Continue reading