Please come home to me.
Please come home to me. I called you from Monterey. I told you the sea is so beautiful. The Pacific Ocean sings to me, bring me hope. I drink coffee all day. I… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Writing
Did I ever love you?
Did I ever love you? Dying,lying,needing,bleeding. Pretty Poet, she sang her words sweet and sadly to willing listeners at the Poetry reading in Monterey coffee shop. Love is just myth and tale,love is… Continue reading
Can you catch a falling leaf?
Can you catch a falling leaf? The days of middle Winter are here for me, and I did the greatest sin. I returned to a place of magic trying to find the scent… Continue reading
For sweet Peggy.
For Sweet Peggy. I found you again in 1992. My war was over and you were fighting a lifetime war. You had gin, vodka and whiskey on your kitchen table when I found… Continue reading
She told me. Love demand payment.
She told me. Love demand payment. Perfect beauty. Wearing Summer dress of white. Her soft shoulders showed tempting kiss and caress. She knew she had my attention. I watched her sun-kissed legs of… Continue reading
The final place.
One more day my love I waited for you. You requested me to come and wait for you. Every night at 2 am. I watched you dance your final dance for desperate men,… Continue reading
I gave my love to you, dear Beatrice.
I gave my love to you, my sweet Beatrice Was Monterey, was the sea nearby. It was the whiskey and sweet wine we drank dear Beatrice. We conspired to find new cities and… Continue reading
The karma of love.
The karma of love A Poem by Coyote Poetry When we are young. We waste the gift of love. The Karma of Love. Written on 5 March 1985 I remember when the sparkles… Continue reading
You did not leave me my friend.
You did not leave me my friend. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some scars cannot heal. We learn to live with them. … Continue reading
The Big Water.
The Big Water. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some mini-poetry. Ojibwa call the Great lakes. The Big Water. The Big water.. 1- The stirring of the quiet night wakes my sleeping spirit. I have… Continue reading