Worn and torn love.
Worn and torn love.Written on 8 April 1985 (For Angela. A lost and confused young woman.I try to pick her up and show her life was okay.I hope she found peace?) She never… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Writing
A Bukowski poem and a poem. The loveliest woman in Monterey.
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
Night photos of Lake St. Clair. Beautiful sky. A safe world.
A beautiful sky. Merry Christmas my friends. My mind is dancing in good memories. I tell anyone who will listen. Raising children is hard work and it is worth every minute. Lake St.… Continue reading
Tattoos.
Tattoos… My pretty lady friend with tattoos on her back and legs. She asked me. Do you like my tattoos? I smiled and I told her. I have four tattoos and each having… Continue reading
I hate you/ I love you.
I hate you / I love you. I try to escape you. I try to flee your memory. I repeat secret words in hidden places in my mind. I hate you; I love… Continue reading
The blue dress.
The blue dress. I found you sitting alone at your family party. Your once fiery hazel eyes grey with sadness. I asked you. How are your dear Linda? You are still so beautiful.… Continue reading
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 understands and hold tightly to. The… Continue reading
My Christmas wish. Let’s get along. Hey brother, hey sister.
Christmas and New Year. I remember young men and women. Living, loving. Drinking and dancing. Living life fearlessly without regret. Hey brothers, hey sisters. I remember you. We were hopeful, foolish and were… Continue reading
The poet and the naked lady.
The poet and the naked lady.. I fell in love with a long-legged woman, her eyes of never-ending questions and her flowing auburn hair stole my voice and my eyes. I ate breakfast… Continue reading
Silence and listen. Remembering Mindy McCready.
Silence and listen. (The holidays are here. Time to check on people we love. Everyone needs a kind word and a reminder. They are needed and a part of our life.) Old man… Continue reading