A safe harbor..
A safe harbor… I saw her sitting alone on a park bench. She had a suitcase near her and she watched the sea. She was a pretty girl with sad eyes. I went… Continue reading
A safe harbor… I saw her sitting alone on a park bench. She had a suitcase near her and she watched the sea. She was a pretty girl with sad eyes. I went… Continue reading
She had Angels wings upon her back.. Her long auburn hair rolled down her long slender back. The tattoos Angel awoke secret dreams and nightmares. Her tattoos rolled down from soft neck to… Continue reading
Slip and fall.. I requested some kind words. I asked her to tell me. I love you. Please tell me, you will wait for me and please make these seconds, we have left.… Continue reading
My North Dakota hurricane.. Beneath the midnight Monterey moon, we danced, we drank and we adored the Winter storms of the Pacific. We served as soldiers in the daytime and in the night.… Continue reading
Deluded love, broken promises and melancholy dreams… 1- Deluded love.. Pretty Peggy came to me at midnight, carrying Hemingway whiskey and a hopeful smile. I saw in her eyes, I was her last… Continue reading
Blood laced pen… Fight or flee? love or hate? stay or go? Laugh or cry? I wonder what Hemingway remembered in his last moment. Did he remember war or the face of Agnes?… Continue reading
Blood in, Blood out.. Little boys and girls grow up and become men and women. They were raised watching war, violence and hate. What did we teach them? What did we leave behind… Continue reading
My beautiful Daniela. (Written when my heart and soul was alive and free to love without fear. Written in November 1978) My world was wild and crazy. I’m slow down by a look… Continue reading
The lucky or the crazy. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I lived on the coastline of California for three years. No better place to be. The lucky or the crazy.. We danced by… Continue reading
Tattoos A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old stories become better with time. Tattoos.. My pretty lady friend with tattoos on her back and legs. She asked me. Do you like my tattoos? I… Continue reading