I remember you. Part two.
“We were so close, and we were so far away from each other at the same time. We were near heaven and we almost knew love.” I remember you… “I wrote to my… Continue reading
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I remember you. Part one.
I remember you… 1- Once I knew you.. I was your Doc Holliday and you were my Kate. We knew the whiskey, the sin and the skin. Once we showed our scars and… Continue reading
Lovely Veronica..
Lovely Veronica… The prettiest poet in Monterey read her work to us at the Monterey Coffee house. “Hello love, hello kind friend. In your eyes, you make me feel so worthwhile and so… Continue reading
A memory, a story remembered..
A memory, a story remembered. Everything.. In the stillness of the night,you held me, so tightly. You were my 2 am lover and my midnight dancer.Your kiss was the sweetest breathe given to… Continue reading
Did I ever love you?
Did I ever love you? Dying,lying,needing,bleeding. Pretty Poet, she sang her words sweet and sadly to willing listeners at the Poetry reading in Monterey coffee shop. Love is just myth and tale,love is… Continue reading
The sun, the moon and the stars..
The sun, the moon and the stars.. ————————————————————————————–She told me, pretty does, pretty do.Kind sun warmed our faces and our hearts,the moon light-up the darkness of the night andthe stars make us know.Life… Continue reading
Once, I wanted everything. Some little poems..
One….. Just photos in a book, just beautiful faces missed. Just kind voices heard in my dreams now. Beautiful hearts missed. Two….. Swirl me in your mind, my kind lover. Make me believe,… Continue reading
You are my treasure..
You are my treasure… My lovely lady loved a slow Sunday and to bath for many hours in a hot bubble bath, jazz music and little conversation. I would wash her hair in… Continue reading
I need a Spring time kiss..
I need a Spring time kiss, a Summer love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Remembering, maybe? I need a Spring time kiss, a Summer love… I need a Spring time kiss, a Summer love.… Continue reading
Maybe yes, maybe no?
Maybe yes, maybe no?… I been hiding in the highway 35 taverns for three months. Started drinking early in the morning and writing till darkness, the happy hours blues poetry. Once I was… Continue reading