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
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40 cent more..
40 cents more.. I called Scotland at 10pm, hoping for a proper goodbye. Beautiful Sheena answered her telephone and she told me, Johnnie, I forgave you, We held love for a second and… Continue reading
Dear Goddess..
Dear Goddess.. I remember you dear Goddess. You were with me on my long walks on the Pacific ocean. You were the view from the ridge of a great Honduras mountains where you… Continue reading
The hills and the Apache..
The hills and the Apache.. I had a bottle of good tequila. A bag of some fresh lemons.I drove for three hours to the California fault line. Do some free-climbing and drink till… Continue reading
Anything goes..
Anything goes.. She sat next to me on the empty stool.Her sweet perfume I breathe in.I gave her a big Michigan smile. She returned the smile.We talks and drank for hours.Her blue eyes seem… Continue reading
Bloody anger..
Bloody anger.. Sometime I want to hurt someone. Smart and wise-ass faces tempt you with comments and useless words. People with no kindness or loyalty for anyone demand your time and duty. Tire and drowning in personal problems. Yearning… 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
Beneath the willow tree..
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
A perfect picture..
Paint me.. Elegant lady told me. Life is hard and the night is long my love.We must bathe in the kindness of the long midnight.Kind night allowed us to adrift in the safety… Continue reading
Things lost, things found..
Things lost, things found… My scattered memories reappear in wild dreams. I remember forgotten face, I remember forgotten places and I remember the last conversations with great people, I have known. Things lost,… Continue reading