The Loveliest girl in Monterey.. The loveliest gal in Monterey… she hated love and disliked men who begged for attention. I was the midnight poet and I would go to her shop in… Continue reading
Payment due.. The year 1991, late Winter. I finished my training at Fort Lee, Virginia. I received my orders, orders issued, sending me direct to Iraq. I took the long way home to… Continue reading
The pretty flower near the sea. A Poem by Coyote Poetry For a Monterey, Ca. friend. The pretty flower near the sea… I was station at Fort Ord for three years from December 1991… Continue reading
Be kind to each other.. Sober men can’t write the truth, godless men can’t see heaven. Liquor voice, does not seek salvation, only seek to repent to the whiskey bottle. We are like… Continue reading
Stitches… I remember her last words. The million hellos were erased by a midnight good bye. Once we entwined our lives and now in my secret place. A million fingerprints, leftover reminders. I… Continue reading
Bridgette wrote.. Painted words are what the writer understand. Wisp and grasps of sweet dreams are the last myth of emotions for love and words. Dead writer in the Winter of his life.… Continue reading
Our world, old world, new world.. Old world is gone. Our world is quiet. Today the streets are empty, people are being kinder to each other. Time for us to lead with concern,… Continue reading
Blushing beauty stole my heart… The drunk poet, he loved the noisy Austin taverns. He liked the people who had fallen and they liked silence over worthless words. The sameness of faces made… 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
Lest we forgot.. My old bones are sore, my eyes are weaker and the whiskey taste harder tonight. I ain’t searching for Jesus, I ain’t searching for the Devil. I have found both and… Continue reading