She was a sea dancer.
She was a sea dancer… She was a sea dancer, and I was the Monterey Irish Pub drunk. She was an amazing artist. She could paint the sea, she could paint the forest… Continue reading
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The madness train.
The madness train A Poem by Coyote Poetry Time to know what real pleasure is. Before it is too late. The Madness train I’m twisted up. Hogties to bullshit. I’m strangled with useless… Continue reading
Kiss me and say hello.
Kiss me and say hello.. The Jazzy songs had saved me. The jazzy songs, I needed. Once on a blue moon night, I told the prettiest girl in Michigan. I loved her so.… Continue reading
The shadows.
The shadows.. (A poem to remember my dear sister. She left my world and I miss her voice.) My sister told me. You have changed and you saw too much shit andyour mind… Continue reading
The maiden of summer.
The maiden of Summer… Was a beautiful late June day and I walking in the early morning in the lake St. Clair. My bare feet enjoyed the coldness of the morning lake. The… Continue reading
The midnight hours.
The midnight hours.. I knew when I met her near the sea. She was a dangerous endeavor. Her wild sea blue eyes and gentle voice, I could see the wild world in eyes… Continue reading
Monday morning poetry.
Monday morning poetry. 1- Was just a kiss, was just a sweet memory. Maybe was the sweetest kiss? 2- Was just a Summer day, was a day of the sea and the dance.… Continue reading
Scars, we do have.
Scars, we do have.. The saddest gal in Monterey asked me. You make me laugh when I want to cry, you make me smile when I want to disappear. You hold my hand,… Continue reading
Lovely is.
Lovely is.. Lovely is the six am June sun kissing the sea. Lovely is when the warm sun, sun-kissed my face on a Summer day. Lovely is the laughter of the children, singing… Continue reading
She told me by Lake St. Clair. Love never did love me.
She told me by Lake St. Clair. Love never did love me. 1- A Summer day…The birds were singing near me.Lake St. Clair was alive and dancing for the children.The sun-kissed my face… Continue reading