Tag Archive: Poem

The lady near the sea..

The lady near the sea… A rainy and gloomy night in New Orleans in the Winter of 1992. Johnnie tried to drink away the heaviness of things left behind. He sat alone near… Continue reading

Rate this:

The waltz..

The Waltz A Poem by Coyote PoetryThe ocean and love create emotions and passion that stay with us forever.” The waltz … (Was publish in small press, many moon ago.) We were doing a waltz… Continue reading

Rate this:

Forgive me…

Forgive me… Please forgive me for what I did to you, we did to each other. I’m sorry I escape your life and hid from your memory. I was young,learning to love. Finding… Continue reading

Rate this:

I am waiting for you..

I am waiting for you.. Once we were brave, we stripped bare and we showed real face. I sang to you. “I am waiting for you my dearest love. I remember you told… Continue reading

Rate this:

For Rory. One angel knows my name..

“Three fingers of Tequila… One finger for the cancer, one finger for the poison they send pouring through your vein one finger for the preacher cause I don’t believe the Jesus that who… Continue reading

Rate this:

Great Wednesday song and a poem.

Bang, bang… You were my Tijana Radeska and I was your Doc Holliday. We loved to argue, we love to wrestle till we fell into secret kisses near the Lake St. Clair. You… Continue reading

Rate this:

Hemingway table…

  Hemingway table.. I found Hemingway table in Paris, in the Spring of 1978. I found Hemingway table in Monterey, California in 1992. I searched Central and South America  for three years, seeking… Continue reading

Rate this:

Knuckles red, knuckles bleeding..

Knuckle red, knuckles bleeding… His knuckles red, his knuckles bleeding. My father fought and fought, wars that could not be won. He told me in his drunkenness state. What have I done? He… Continue reading

Rate this:

The desperate kiss…

The desperate kiss… Old man last wish, old man first wish. She tattoos his memory in the Summer of 1996. Was the finest gal he ever seen. She made the sleeping man come… Continue reading

Rate this:

The poet’s eyes, the lover song..

The poet’s eyes, the lover’s song… A pretty lady glided across the room to me. Her eyes inflamed with the hunger for a dance, sweets words and some kisses. I told her. Dear… Continue reading

Rate this: