Katie wrote to me..
Katie wrote to me. A Poem by Coyote PoetryA old poem with a proper re-write. Katie wrote to me.. Painted words and bloody thoughts are what the writer understand and hold tightly to. The… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Writing
Open doors, dead poets and bare feet.
1- Open doors Open the shades wide.Lite the incense candles of lavender and sweet wild flowers.Don’t be afraid of the dark and lonely nights.We are just flesh and bones.Needing to dance into the… Continue reading
My sea-side love..
My sea-side love.. Once we were brave. We kissed, we took off our clothing and we left the lights on. I remember you told me. I am tire of the darkness, I am… Continue reading
My dearest muse…
My dearest muse.. You are love and I’m no-one. You came to me with your haunting words awakening the want of love, the dance and the song. Your gentle voice awoke my dying… Continue reading
Blame not the kiss..
Blame not the kiss.. The pen and paper cannot give justice to your beautiful face.Words cannot describe the beauty of your eyes.The great moon don’t compare to you standing near me. I thought… Continue reading
Old love…
Slow dance…. Good Jazz, the good drink and drowning in the old memories. My old love dancing alone to the saddest Jazz and I told my whiskey. Pretty lady, I remember us. I… Continue reading
The loveliest girl in Monterey and a outstanding Bukowski poem.
The loveliest girl in Monterey… The loveliest gal in Monterey, she hated love and disliked men who begged for attention. I was the midnight poet and I would go to her shop in… Continue reading
Pretty words…
Pretty words.. Dangerous beautiful lady in her tight black dress and wearing chain of amethyst crystal upon her neck. Was my crystal once and she wanted it more than I did. She told… Continue reading
On the thread of a word..
On the thread of a word.. (Freedom is only the distance between the hunter and his prey.) Bei Dao Just like a hurricane from hell.You twisted my world from a lonely existence to… Continue reading
Walking with giants. Number two.
Walking with giants. Number two.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry May poetry number six. I was writing poetry in my dreams. I hope you enjoy. Walking with giants. Number two… I am sixty-three years… Continue reading