The lady near the sea..
The lady near the sea…. A rainy and gloomy night in New Orleans in the Winter of 1992. Johnnie tried to drink away the heaviness of things left behind. He sat alone near… Continue reading
The lady near the sea…. A rainy and gloomy night in New Orleans in the Winter of 1992. Johnnie tried to drink away the heaviness of things left behind. He sat alone near… Continue reading
If you go away… Once we loved the rain, the trains and the lazy days. We owned little and needed just enough. On Friday night we would go to the Stuttgart train station… Continue reading
The first time I saw your face-Two short poems. ———Paint me Elegant lady told me. Life is hard and the night is long my love.We must bathe in the kindness of the long… Continue reading
The Damned and the Foolish.. The ways and means committee at the local Tavern sat together in a oasis of gin and whiskey. Talk of torrid and tarnished love leave us in the… Continue reading
Steal a memory, borrow a memory… The dilemma of a long life. The restless heart learn to adore old memories. The fortune of youth become eloquence words on a sheet of paper. We… Continue reading
I tried to remember..A Poem by Coyote Poetry (Old poetry with a re-write. Written in 1992/rewritten in 2014) I tried to remember.. I tried to remember the curves of your body. Us blindfolded … Continue reading
Five short poems. A Poem by Coyote Poetry What is right and what is wrong. Easy to separate. 1- War..The war is over.The guns locked away.The soldiers are resting.Youth and eyes burned out… Continue reading
The pureness of my reflection.. Once we had the moon, the sun and the free road.You were my footprints into wild waters and secret places upon mountain where the clouds danced with us.… Continue reading
The Waltz A Poem by Coyote PoetryThe ocean and love create emotions and passion that stay with us forever.” The waltz (Was publish in small press, many moon ago.) We were doing a waltz… Continue reading
I will drink and I will recite some wild thoughts for you… I met Bukowski once and I learn. Like my mentor, I drink and I will recite some wild thoughts for you.… Continue reading