The madness, we knew..
The madness, we knew.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some Big Sur poetry. The madness, we knew… You loved the whiskey, you love the sin and you loved the long ride. You wanted the… Continue reading
The madness, we knew.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some Big Sur poetry. The madness, we knew… You loved the whiskey, you love the sin and you loved the long ride. You wanted the… Continue reading
Catch the wind… Please kind lady, please lay with me.Allow the night to cover us with the warmth of love embrace.We were strangers till we learned.We had the same dreams, we were alone… Continue reading
66 years old.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry 66 years old.. I am in the Winter of discontentment and I am learning. I am 66 years old and I won’t see Florence again, I… Continue reading
Play me the waltz of the angels… I wrote some names down to paper, each name were kind mentors to me. In quiet prayers, I pray to sit with them again, talk till… Continue reading
Please say a prayer for me.. Please friend. Whisper a prayer for me. I had lived swimming in sin, gin and bad love. Today I’m barren and alone. A long time ago. I… Continue reading
Ghost and shadows- chapter one. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Life is accepting life as-is. Maybe we have enough. Ghost and shadows- chapter one. Beautiful Tanya waited patiently with the kind morning sun upon… Continue reading
Ghost and shadows- Chapter three A Chapter by Coyote PoetryChapter three.. Love find us, we do not find love—John Donne.) Ghost and shadows- part three…… Continue reading
Ghost and shadows… Johnnie sat with Tanya. He loved seeing her face, the fire and great storms in her eyes make him believe. Life was more than him. Life could be everything and… Continue reading
December morning… The days of December are here. Kind earth is resting and we must become Winter people. The fire are burning and grandfathers must become the story tellers. He must entice the… Continue reading
Waiting for a miracle. Some mini-poetry. 1- Cheryl.. Few speak your name now. When the whiskey is good and I seek pretty faces in my lonely nights. I remember you. You were a… Continue reading