Coffee shop conversation…
Coffee shop conversation A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good coffee and a chess game is what life need to be. I miss the days of good conversation and chess games. Coffee shop conversation… Continue reading
Coffee shop conversation A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good coffee and a chess game is what life need to be. I miss the days of good conversation and chess games. Coffee shop conversation… Continue reading
I used to be… A man is telling me of all his many deeds and accomplishments.I smile and listen.Pretend I care. I don’t believe in talking about the past.Today I am who I am.What matters… Continue reading
1- You left me a unpaid debt, that must be kept. Once you promised me everything. Now you have besieged my heart and I am willing to love you, forever and a day.… Continue reading
Love didn’t break my heart. Life did… He told the beautiful Gypsy girl near the Monterey bay. Love didn’t break my heart. Life did. I am so tire young lady. I allowed vice… Continue reading
Drunk man calling A Poem by Coyote Poetry Funny how we remember faces and places when alcohol open the door to memories. Drunk man calling… It is 3 am in the morning. Your… Continue reading
Mercy A Poem by Coyote Poetry Three lines poems. … Continue reading
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
“It took more than a decade for researchers to identify nearly 3,000 children who died in Canada’s residential schools – compulsory boarding schools run by the government and religious authorities during the 19th… Continue reading
I was told… The prettiest and most dangerous lady, I was told she was, always writing down her words and she was waiting for me, her strong coffee sweet and creamy and I… Continue reading
We danced for the stars … Was a Texas hot Summer night and you wore your black dress and dancing shoes. I was drinking the Long Island teas since 6 pm and you arrived… Continue reading