Two old poems. Happy Thursday..
The coastline… I fell in love with her on a December morning.I stop my truck and I was star struck at her beauty,her power. I walk quickly to her.She was dancing on the… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Poem
My last stand will be in New York City..
(Johnnie in 1992) My last stand will be in New York City… I want to go to New York City.Sit on a park bench where Leonard Cohen sat with Joplin.Whispering stories of things to… Continue reading
Anti-violence demonstrations. We need.
Stand by me.. We need “ANTI-VIOLNCE MARCHES”. ( Vance said. School shootings a grim fact of life. Trump said “Get over it”. Two attempts at Trump life. He does nothing to fix the… Continue reading
Catch me if I fall..
My grandfather told me often. “Never leave with anger and negative words to someone you love. Better to hold silence if you are angry and tell them. I love you and I need… Continue reading
The pretty flower near the sea..
The pretty flower near the sea. A Poem by Coyote Poetry For a Monterey, Ca. friend. The pretty flower near the sea… I was station at Fort Ord for three years from December 1991… Continue reading
Need more love letters…
Need more love letters… I gave my dearest love, I gave my kindest gal, a love letter. She caressed the letter and she told me. I thought you forgotten me dear lover. Do… Continue reading
Walk into darkness. We must change our world..
Walk in the darkness.. Some mini-poetry. 1- Yesterday man wish for nothing. Once wild and brave man walked toward death without fear. He caress the 30-30 and he told the night. Fuck everything.… Continue reading
Jazzy Wednesday. Old love…
Old love… She called me at midnight and she whispered. Johnnie, Johnnie. Do you remember me? I am so damn lonely tonight and please Johnnie. Can I come to you tonight? I told… Continue reading
Just a Black Velvet lullaby..
Just a Black Velvet lullaby… I wrote to a old journal in a Austin, Texas tavern in 1993. The poet don’t cry, he just write some more. Hemingway told us, we, who love… Continue reading
A whiskey and a glass of water…
A whiskey and a glass of water… She gave me whiskey kisses and we danced the Texas two-step till the witches hours. She was a bad, bad woman and I wanted more and… Continue reading