Hanging with Charles Bukowski. And a poem.
Go all the way. Don’t give in, don’t give-up.If you dream. Dream big.Life is ours to test. We must test life, love many and see the beauty of our world. Find the sea,… Continue reading
Go all the way. Don’t give in, don’t give-up.If you dream. Dream big.Life is ours to test. We must test life, love many and see the beauty of our world. Find the sea,… Continue reading
My greatest regret was you 1- Loved and lost Dear Lizzy, my beautiful Liz.Honey, sweetheart and my love.Where are you now?Once we drank the Long Island iced tea and laughed at the midnight moon.You were… Continue reading
You are my poetry. Forlorn love, treasured memories. You used to read poetry to me by the candle light. You were my heavenly voice, sweet songs when life became too hard. Once we… Continue reading
A Poem by Coyote Poetry (The ocean and love create emotions and passion that stay with us forever.) The waltz. We were doing a waltz upon the beach.The waves were the orchestra.The wind was… Continue reading
I want to be the one, you need. 1- We swayed with the sea, we loved the Storms of January. I swirled you into soft and easy circles on the empty Seaside beach.… Continue reading
Do more. 1- I was blindsided by her. Her eyes, bright and demanding. I asked her. What do you need my lovely? She gave me a devilish smile and she told me. Give… Continue reading
Time waits for no-one. The fatality of youth, we believe. We will never grow old and we learn with time. Time is a heartless friend. One day, our face of youth, our energy… Continue reading
Number one- With Johnnie Walker whiskey confident and on a wing and prayer. I asked the pretty Texas gal for a dance. The pretty maiden laughed and she smiled. She told me. Life… Continue reading
At midnight. I called her at Midnight hour and I told her. Dear Jenny, I remember you and I remember us. I love you still and forget me not. Jenny is crying and… Continue reading
Passing through. A poet and writer exchanging words and thoughts. The Coffee house poet told the writer. We can never win. Jack London once wrote. “The gods always win. Men believe they can… Continue reading