( Bacchas blessing are a treasure. Drinking is the soldier pleasure, Rich the treasure, sweet the plesure. Sweet is pleasure after pain. John Dryden.) The soldier Bacchus prayer. The young soldier asked Sgt.… Continue reading
The thing left undone. 1- I told my children. Never leave with anger in your voice. Come to my home and we will talk. No problem cannot be fixed. We can’t undo negative… Continue reading
She was a dancer. She was a dancer and I was the Monterey Irish Pub drunk. She could paint the sea, she could paint the forest and she could paint beautiful faces and… Continue reading
I do; dear I do. Once I knew the sea, once I knew the mountains and once, I roamed deep into the forest. And once I knew the sweetness of true love. I… Continue reading
The gin and juice lullaby. Once we stripped bare naked and we showed real face and real skin. You were fire and I was water. My greed was to steal everything I could.… Continue reading
I had a dream; I had a good dream. A Story by Coyote PoetryMy dream poetry. Dryden, Donne, Hemingway, London, Kosinski, Bukowski and Ben Jonson came to me in my dreams last night. … Continue reading
The sheep and the wolf. The man lifts his bottle of cheap wine, telling the passing people. You can’t go back after the words are spokento cut down a sweet love. The old… Continue reading
“The sweetest Scottish gal kisses My gun are locked away. My mind and my body is tire. I came to Aberdeenshire to remember a memory. Once young brave soldier told his auburn hair… Continue reading
My midnight thoughts. I am drinking alone at 6 pm and the night is going so damn slow and I drinking the Blue Moon and I fall into the old songs. Almost 9… Continue reading
California a dreaming. My first true love was the sea. Always willing to welcome me back and she was willing to listen to the quiet poet. I miss the Pacific and I hope.… Continue reading
