Longing and belonging.
Remember you, remember me. 1- The lights are low and the night is young.Your perfect blue eyes welcomed my attention.I kissed your tender ivory skin and I tasted the salt upon soft neck… Continue reading
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We cannot own the wind or control the sea. And a beautiful Patricia O’Callaghan singing Cohen.
We had the month of May, once. Pretty gal from Italy told him by the Monterey Bay, the pipe dream poet, he isn’t poetry, he isn’t love, he is cursed, cursed to live… Continue reading
Change. Cannot stop.
Change A Poem by Coyote Poetry Change is needed when we are locked in. Never know what is around the next turn? Change. I sat with a kid of 23 at an Austin,… Continue reading
It is cut and dried.
It is cut and dried. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old words still mean the same. It is cut and dried. Old man sitting at the Old Fox tavern.Drinking his rum and coke… Continue reading
I saw the sun in your eyes.
I saw the sun in your eyes. You and me, we are dancing by the Monterey Bay, I am singing words of love to you. You asked me, Johnnie, why did you save… Continue reading
The fingerprints and an outstanding Leonard Cohen song.
The fingerprints. I washed the blankets and I washed the sheets. I opened the Window wide and the damn cold air awoke my memory of you. On a September night in the Fall,… Continue reading
Knuckles red, knuckles bleeding. And an amazing Mary Gauthier song.
Knuckle red, knuckles bleeding. Knuckles red, knuckles bleeding. My father fought and fought, wars that could not be won. He told me in his drunkenness state. He told me. I killed and I… Continue reading
I should have loved you more. And a beautiful Sinead Harnett song.
I should have loved you more. He left love doorway 2,500 miles away. The hardest and coldest man, he loved the whiskey and he loved the taverns. He loved the darkest days and… Continue reading
A Spring Day and a beautiful Hope Winter song.
For the wonderful days of Spring. The days of Spring are here and the kind birds are singing their morning song. I meet the morning sun, and I tell the sky. Thank you… Continue reading
Dead ends.
Dead ends. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Time for all of us to think and do the right things. Before it is too late for us and nature. Dead ends. Brothers told no-one… Continue reading