Scars, we do have. And a beautiful and amazing Alessia Cara song.
Scars, we do have. The saddest gal in Monterey asked me. You make me laugh when I want to cry, you make me smile when I want to disappear. You hold my hand,… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Relationships
She was a sea dancer.
She was a sea dancer. She was a dancer and I was the Monterey Irish Pub drunk. She could paint the sea, she could paint the forest and she could paint beautiful faces… Continue reading
Please come to me on a summer day.
Please come to me on a summer day. The prettiest gal in Germany told me. Please come to me on a summer day. We can drink the Summer wine and we can dance… Continue reading
You are my Springtime.
You are my Spring time. Cold days and colder nights, heavy clothing burden, I shall forget. You stand in the early June sun, showing me, tender shoulders blessed by the sun and your… Continue reading
Everyone is a river.
She sat in her bra and pantie, her bare feet moving and dancing in water of Lake Superior. I adored watching her and I traced her body with my eyes. I loved her… Continue reading
Dance more, laugh more, live more. Six-word poetry.
Six words poetry… A Poem by Coyote Poetry My attempt at six words poetry. Six word poems….. 1- Dance more, laugh more, live more…. 2- Money is heavy, Love is light….. 3- Yesterday, tomorrow,… Continue reading
An empty bottle.
An empty bottle. My whiskey dreams, my last grasp at love or the emptiness at the end of the empty bottle. The broken pieces of my life laid shattered. Once sweet songs had… Continue reading
First and last thoughts of each day.
1- Dreams.I could have touched every dream. My sweet dreams went fleeting away,when you did not love me anymore.I didn’t know you were my fountain of hope and my muse in dreams and… Continue reading
Trying to lose your memory.
Trying to lose your memory. I tried to find peace and calm in the coffee houses of Monterey, drinking strong coffee and reading dead-end poetry at the nightly poetry readings. I thought I… Continue reading
Her Gypsy heart.
Her Gypsy heart. 1- Her eyes, clear blue like the sea, her voice, gentle and sweet. She told me, open the locked doors, wide. We decide if our life and journey is, a… Continue reading