Never been to Spain…
Never been to Spain… Oldest and saddest man on the block had spread out his world map. He touches the country Spain and he told the clouds. I never been to Spain. I… Continue reading
Tag Archive: poetry
Poetry for dear Cheryl..
Poetry for dear Cheryl.. 1- We were leftover people and we became so damn lost. We sought each other to seek and know comfort and we didn’t know. We forgot kindness, we became… Continue reading
Two old poems. Happy Thursday..
The coastline… I fell in love with her on a December morning.I stop my truck and I was star struck at her beauty,her power. I walk quickly to her.She was dancing on the… Continue reading
My last stand will be in New York City..
(Johnnie in 1992) My last stand will be in New York City… I want to go to New York City.Sit on a park bench where Leonard Cohen sat with Joplin.Whispering stories of things to… Continue reading
Anti-violence demonstrations. We need.
Stand by me.. We need “ANTI-VIOLNCE MARCHES”. ( Vance said. School shootings a grim fact of life. Trump said “Get over it”. Two attempts at Trump life. He does nothing to fix the… Continue reading
Catch me if I fall..
My grandfather told me often. “Never leave with anger and negative words to someone you love. Better to hold silence if you are angry and tell them. I love you and I need… Continue reading
The pretty flower near the sea..
The pretty flower near the sea. A Poem by Coyote Poetry For a Monterey, Ca. friend. The pretty flower near the sea… I was station at Fort Ord for three years from December 1991… Continue reading
Need more love letters…
Need more love letters… I gave my dearest love, I gave my kindest gal, a love letter. She caressed the letter and she told me. I thought you forgotten me dear lover. Do… Continue reading
Walk into darkness. We must change our world..
Walk in the darkness.. Some mini-poetry. 1- Yesterday man wish for nothing. Once wild and brave man walked toward death without fear. He caress the 30-30 and he told the night. Fuck everything.… Continue reading
Jazzy Wednesday. Old love…
Old love… She called me at midnight and she whispered. Johnnie, Johnnie. Do you remember me? I am so damn lonely tonight and please Johnnie. Can I come to you tonight? I told… Continue reading