Maybe, one more cup of Irish coffee?
Maybe, one more cup of Irish coffee? ( April is poetry month. This is new poem number twenty-two. ) I remember the fragrance of her. She smelled like the sea and Irish whiskey.… Continue reading
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The elixir..
The Elixir… She had the Bacchus wine a plenty. She had found a dark corner to drink away the world. She was pissed-off lady drinking alone. I watched her and she was praying… Continue reading
The shadows..
( I lost my dear sister Holly last year. She always worried about me and I do miss her.) The shadows.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We can’t escape the bad or the good… Continue reading
Fool’s wish. Lover’s hold on.
Dreams can become nightmares. Nightmares can become sweet dreams one day. Fool’s wish. Lover’s hold on. (Written on 19 April 1985) I remember when I rushed home to fall into your arms.We would… Continue reading
The Big Water. The Michigan Great Lakes..
The Big Water.. 1- The stirring of the quiet night wake my sleeping spirit. I have roamed into the deep forest seeking some sort of peace. The grey owl watched me with his… Continue reading
Black laced pen..
Blood laced pen.. Fight or flee? love or hate? stay or go? Laugh or cry? I wonder what Hemingway remembered in his last moment. Did he remember war or the face of Agnes?… Continue reading
Blue eyes angel is crying for me..
Blue eyes angel is crying for me… A Poem by Coyote Poetry A old poem written in 1981. I hope rewritten better. Blue eyes.. A blue eyes angel is crying for me.In the turmoil… Continue reading
Truth or dare..
Truth or dare A Poem by Coyote Poetry Take no chances. Have no adventures. Truth or dare.. Life, my friend. A odd game that no-one can win.I do like the game of truth… Continue reading
Big Sur a-dreaming..
Big Sur a-dreaming… A un-mark road with a small sign will lead you to a hidden beach on Highway 2. A small path will lead you to paradise, a beach not safe for swimming.… Continue reading
Love is a careless child..
Love is a careless child.. Her skin whiter than Winter snow and her trembling lips of soft pink tempted the fearless man. His boldness lacked the confident of his youth. He had learn… Continue reading