We were young once..
We were young once.. “We poets in our youth begin with gladness; But there off in the end despondency and madness.”Wordsworth“Soldiers rest! Thy warfare o’er, Dream of fighting fields no more: sleep the… Continue reading
We were young once.. “We poets in our youth begin with gladness; But there off in the end despondency and madness.”Wordsworth“Soldiers rest! Thy warfare o’er, Dream of fighting fields no more: sleep the… Continue reading
Old love… She called me at midnight and she whispered. Johnnie, Johnnie. Do you remember me? I am so damn lonely tonight and please Johnnie. Can I come to you tonight?I told her.… Continue reading
The stranger song.. Houses built on sand will sink. Love built on false hope will not endure. Desperate love, passionate love is just release for the sake of the body and not the… Continue reading
Purgatory Inn and no place to go.. I have the long Island ice tea fresh and cold.Bartender keep them coming.They love the big tippers.Purgatory Inn is open early and closes late.Safe place for… Continue reading
We stole, we borrowed and we wanted more.. Beautiful poet came to me and she whispered. Please come with me and let’s find some salvation. I fell into her eyes and she excited… Continue reading
Dear Angie.. I remember our days and nights at Big Sur, you were my imperfection angel. You wanted, just enough and you allowed your dreams to die. You enchante me by speaking careless… Continue reading
Miss you, need you dear Ann Arbor… ( April is poetry month. New Poem number nineteen.) I am drinking alone beautiful Jenny. Somehow I forgot where Ann Arbor was and I am so… Continue reading
Love and hate A Poem by Coyote PoetryI wrote this back inn 1993. Young woman wanted everything and nothing. I told her life is long and hard. We must try to be kind. … Continue reading
I called your name.. Beautiful lady is weeping for me. I departed for unknown destination. I didn’t know. First tears will take us to weight-full memories and places amidst lonely descended wants and… Continue reading
You are so beautiful.. The paradox of life. We will know more sadness than happiness. Poor Lucy sat alone hugging her Black Velvet whiskey and cussing at her world. I went to her… Continue reading