San Francisco, Monterey and Big Sur..
San Francisco, Monterey and Big Sur.. The year 1992, I left the Iraq border for New Jersey. I spend three months at Fort Dix, N.J. in the Winter months. I was attached to… Continue reading
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The raven and the coyote..
The beggar, just wanted a taste of her skin and her warm lips. The illusion of love near, made him believe, love was sweet, love was so good. Her whiskey kisses made his… Continue reading
Hotel California
Hotel California I was station in California in 1992. After the war ending, I was blessed, a old dream came true. I was living on the California coastline. I had no debt and… Continue reading
Angel dancing, too close to earth..
Angel dancing, too close to the earth. A Poem by Coyote PoetryJust words. Angels dancing, too close to… Continue reading
Isabella, dear Isabella..
Isabella, dear Isabella…. I took the midnight train to Florence, the days of Spring were coming to a ending. I loved the Germany Spring and I needed dear Florence again. The city of… Continue reading
The rising sun.. New Orleans is smiling.
The rising sun… I sat in the New Orleans in 1996 in a old rustic tavern on main street. I liked New Orleans, hard time and hard days couldn’t kill her spirit. I drank… Continue reading
I followed you and you followed me..
I followed you and you followed me… I was following you and you were following me. And we did not know. She was a beauty of splendor who aspired to challenge the sea,… Continue reading
The Bacchus wine..
The Bacchus wine….Part one.. She was a Gypsy girl beauty. She had wildest eyes, the eyes of wonder and miracles. She waited for me in a bed of cotton sheets, her robust body… Continue reading
Scarborough fair.
Scarborough fair… I once dance with the prettiest gal at the Scarborough fair. I told her, I wanted to marry her and to make her smile every day of her life. She smiled… Continue reading
Beautiful Laura sat by the sea..
Beautiful Laura sat by the sea A Poem by Coyote Poetry Beautiful places and things can’t be forgotten.” Beautiful Laura sat by the sea I sat in a field of wildflowers.The scent of… Continue reading