I am going to California..
I am going to California…. I wrote down on a napkin at the Pier in Monterey. “You can’t go back and you can’t kill the memories.” I was young once and I loved… Continue reading
Tag Archive: love
Just meat and tales of kisses…
Just meat and tales of kisses A Poem by Coyote Poetry Quotes from Jack London book “When God laughs“ “Well, I have. He was like this beefsteak. You an’ me is eatin’. It was once steer cavortin’ over… Continue reading
Rebirth..
Rebirth A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some people desire a rebirth in new places. I wonder do we change? Rebirth… Old Johnnie drinking the cheap Honduras rum.Told the two pretty Honduras girls at his table.If… Continue reading
Johnnie Monday poetry. Sin, whiskey and Lake St. Clair.
Sin, whiskey and Lake St. Clair.. 1- I told my lovely Detroit gal, I need kisses tonight. I am leaving tomorrow for a far away war. I need to remember my beautiful Detroit… Continue reading
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
A thousand years…
A thousand years You came to me in my sweet dreams again andyou were dancing in your white Summer dress by the lake. I watched your beautiful face smiling and you were singing… Continue reading
Dying, lying and you…
Dying, lying and you… Last house near the lake. Was our place to rest. We were Gypsy hearts and Irish coffee mornings. We would find the quiet lake rarely, for we loved the… Continue reading
Our world..
Our world.. (Election is coming. Time to unite as one for peace, time to stop the gun violence, time to ensure are children can go to school and be safe. Time for hateful… Continue reading
Like a whisper…
Like a whisper (This is the way the world ends.This is the way the world ends.This is the way the world ends.Not with a bang but a whisper.)T.S Eliot Beautiful Liz whispered. Dear… Continue reading
I will remember you..
I will remember you. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime we must return to the beginning. To find the missing person in the mirror looking back.” I will remember you… The summer days… Continue reading