An April girl, an April love.
An April girl, an April love. I want to marry a girl who love the days of Spring, I want to hold the hands of April blessing, I want to steal kisses by… Continue reading
Tag Archive: poetry
Maybe, maybe not.
Maybe, maybe not. Maybe, maybe not she told him. We watched the sea and I journeyed into her eyes. She told me. When you open locked doors, spread the legs wide. Are we… Continue reading
The damn twisted road.
The damn twisted road. (April is poetry month. New poetry number eight.) I tried to find a memory; I tried to find a place. I have forgotten how your face looked, and I… Continue reading
Listen to the wind and a powerful song by dear Shea.
Listen to the wind (Crazy leaders want to close-up the world. Medicine for them and they want war and more wealth. The poor and old shall die. Please listen, listen hard to the… Continue reading
The sin, the gin and the skin.
The sin, the gin and the skin. We were the Tuesday night poets, we shared words with the writers and the poets, we shared words with the lonely at the Irish tavern at… Continue reading
I dreamed it was silence. Five war poems.
I dreamed it was silence. So damn quiet. Yesterday man became the forgotten man. He followed his father; he followed his grandfather footsteps. Sought war, drink and unknown places. Old soldiers don’t tell… Continue reading
She was a Spring Day, and I was a Winter storm.
She was a Spring Day, and I was a Winter storm. She words a pendant of tourmaline on her neck and she never wore shoes. She adored the sea and she loved watching… Continue reading
The lonely damn night.
The lonely damn night. Johnnie in Michigan, drinking alone. Listening to the good jazz and needing nothing. He liked the silence, He loved the Jazz. He went to the jazz man, and he… Continue reading
Who are you?
Who are you? I love the book “The picture of Dorian Gray.” When reading or listening to the amazing book. You question yourself. Who am I? I question you my friend. Who are… Continue reading
Last man standing. Pray for peace. Demand peace.
The last man standing.. A Story by Coyote Poetry Talk of Nuclear war again. The foolish people thinking about using the nuclear weapons. Need to watch the movie. “Mad Max.” The last man standing… Continue reading