We had the month of May, once.
We had the month of May, once…. Pretty gal from Italy told him by the Monterey Bay, the pipe dream poet, he isn’t poetry, he isn’t love, he is cursed, cursed to live… Continue reading
Tag Archive: love
A letter from Michigan…
(Johnnie in Germany in 1979.) A letter from Michigan… Sometime cigarettes, good booze and a pen can give a man a reason to be alive. When we parachute blind into love.Even a renegade… Continue reading
The night is young and the night is long, my love.
The night is young and the night is long, my love.. I saw you perfect in the day and I saw you wild and sweet in the early morning.You are my fire in… Continue reading
A July memory..
A July night memory.. Once upon a time, dear Mary. I held you. Your nude body against my body and I remember the softness of your brown eyes. We were wild horses and… Continue reading
I hope your days be bright and love will be near you always.
I hope your days be bright and love will be near you always.. She was the Gypsy girl, Monterey Bay dancer. She would gather her friends and they would find the sea. They… Continue reading
Kiss away my ghosts..
Kiss away my ghosts.. The saddest man on the block drank alone. He write sleeping man poetry and he drink the “Quiet man” whiskey. He was once insane, wild and foolish. He befriended… Continue reading
Pleasure and the pain..
Pleasure and the pain. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life will teach us many things. Pleasure and the pain… Pleasure and pain, we shall know. A twisted dance we do. You say you love… Continue reading
I want to be the one, you need.. Some little poetry.
I want to be the one, you need… 1- We swayed with the sea, we loved the Storms of January. I swirled you into soft and easy circles on the empty Seaside beach.… Continue reading
The Texas-two-step. Some mini-poetry.
The Texas two-step.. 1- A pretty gal asked me to dance in Belton, Texas. I asked her. Are you a college gal? She smiled and she told me. I am thirteen and I… Continue reading
We stole, we borrowed and we wanted more..
We stole, we borrowed and we wanted more.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry My muse is alive today. We stole, we borrowed and we wanted more.. Beautiful poet came to me and she whispered.… Continue reading