The night is young and the night is long, my love.
The night is young and the night is long, my love.. I saw you perfect in the day and I saw you wild and sweet in the early morning.You are my fire in… Continue reading
Tag Archive: poems
I try to remember..
I try to remember A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poetry with are-write. Written in 1992/rewritten in 2014 I try to remember.. I tried to remember the curves of your body. Us blindfolded … Continue reading
The sea, the wishes.. And a beautiful Tosha Hill song.
The sea, the wishes.. Lovely poet measured him with her gentle blue eyes and she watched how he spoke the words. She listened to his words and she adored the Monterey Dark Poet… Continue reading
The word man..
Many years ago. In 1991 to 1993. I would read my poetry on the coastline of California. I had some fans too. Old woman and young girls. They called me the word man. I carry a… Continue reading
Loveliest girl in Michigan..
Loveliest girl in Michigan.. Old soldier drinking alone in Port Austin, Michigan and he knew. He had learn too late. Love is fleeing moments that cannot be caught. He know now. Love can… Continue reading
We need to slow down..
We need to slow down… Messed up life, messed up days and messed up nights. Now the quiet nights making me turn into a madman. I hear the whispers of kind people telling… Continue reading
The poet’s eyes, the lover’s 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
Broken promises…
Break me.. Please break me. Make me bleed. Show me I’m alive. Make me die and bring me back to life. Dead men revived know life can be okay. Drink of my skin… Continue reading
Like a whisper…
Like a whisper.. (This is the way the world ends.This is the way the world ends.This is the way the world ends.Not with a bang but a whisper.)T.S Eliot Beautiful Liz whispered. Dear… Continue reading
Concrete angel..
Concrete angel.. It was a Spring morning in Austin, Texas in 1995. Yearly poetry weekend was here. My favorite time of the year. My only attempt at verbal poetry for me when I… Continue reading