Dreams, yesterday, love and nothing compare to you..
A Poem by Coyote Poetry I found some short poetry from 1989. I hope you like. DreamsI could of touched every dream. My sweet dreams went fleeting away,when you did not love me… Continue reading
A Poem by Coyote Poetry I found some short poetry from 1989. I hope you like. DreamsI could of touched every dream. My sweet dreams went fleeting away,when you did not love me… Continue reading
A Monterey Summer day.. 1993.. The poet sat alone drinking his coffee near the Monterey Bay. He was 35 years old and he felt like he had lived five lifetimes. The soldiers in… Continue reading
I am here… Loneliest man in the bar, drinking alone. He told the smoking cigarette and the empty whiskey glass, you knew the ending at the beginning. A soft hand touched his shoulder,… Continue reading
Longing, belonging and secrets… Lover, lover, lover. Once we loved the long nights, once the wine tasted sweeter. Now our longing, belonging and our secrets, are bloody finger prints on a over-painted wall.… Continue reading
The word, Love is. Just another four letter word… She was so tire of the useless words spoken to her. Now she sought the wild sea, now she wanted to meditate in the… Continue reading
Fabiola.. (Now nothing remains the same) Your name came to me late in the midnight hour, brought back the canvas of your perfect body, your kind smile and your beautiful face. Your name,… Continue reading
Once upon a time.. I returned to Akron in 1980. I was looking for a sweet memory In 1973 at my fifteen birthday party. The prettiest friend of my sister gave me a… Continue reading
A Scottish gal.. I told the bartender. I do adore the Scottish gals. Their voices steal me away into their beautiful eyes. I looked at the bartender and I told him. Never brake… Continue reading
Falling backwards… I liked California. Made me think and drink less. I never understood the California girls. They wanted to figure out the messy world and you can’t. The taverns in California were… Continue reading
The rising sun, the falling moon.. Prettiest lady, I ever seen, she danced with the Lake Superior waves. She loved to drink and clatter when the Bacchus wine was good. Hand in hand,… Continue reading