Men, whiskey and dreams of peace….
Men, whiskey and dreams of peace. A Poem by Coyote PoetryWritten in 1978. Today the world is the same. Maybe worst off? Men, whiskey and dreams of peace…. Wishing, hoping and dreaming. All… Continue reading
Men, whiskey and dreams of peace. A Poem by Coyote PoetryWritten in 1978. Today the world is the same. Maybe worst off? Men, whiskey and dreams of peace…. Wishing, hoping and dreaming. All… Continue reading
Dreams, wishes and whispers. A Poem by Coyote PoetryBeautiful faces appear making you wish for different decisions and better endings. Dreams, wishes and whispers….. Old age make us ponder thoughts and decisions.We travel… Continue reading
No shame in love A Poem by Coyote PoetryLove is everything. Everything is love. No shame in love… (Received some motivation from Ben Jonson) I confessed to the lonely moon, how beautiful and… Continue reading
Delicate wings A Poem by Coyote PoetrySome people are more tender than others Delicate wings Beautiful Liz. Allowed me in.Her word and beauty memorized me.Woman who strips down their true cover and show… Continue reading
You can’t return from where you left. A Poem by Coyote PoetryOld poem from 1993 with a re-write You can’t return from where you left…. (A Poet, is one, who believes and one… Continue reading
Bad love…. I felt the darkness of the night overtaking the lights of the day. Stealing away the gentleness that is left in me. The once sweet memories had turn to a cancer.… Continue reading
Tattoos A Poem by Coyote PoetryOld stories become better with time. Tattoos…. My pretty lady friend with tattoos on her back and legs. She asked me. Do you like my tattoos? I… Continue reading
Purgatory Inn — “Conversation with a Siren” Always good company at the Purgatory Inn. Chess games are being played. Long and deep conversation being done. Purgatory Inn, never closes and always entertaining. Tonight… Continue reading
The Purgatory Inn, part two A Poem by Coyote PoetryI needed a night at the Purgatory Inn. The Purgatory Inn, part two…. On the wall of the Purgatory inn behind the bar.… Continue reading
The lost and found A Poem by Coyote PoetryWhen love is misplaced. hard to find again. The lost and found…. I loved the Monterey nights. I would walk from Fort Ord, California to… Continue reading