Two out of three, isn’t bad.
Two out of three, isn’t bad… I was sitting alone in an Austin tavern in 1996.Drinking Long Island ice teas andtrying to get blinded. A old man dressed poorly ordered a water.Bartender gave… Continue reading
Two out of three, isn’t bad… I was sitting alone in an Austin tavern in 1996.Drinking Long Island ice teas andtrying to get blinded. A old man dressed poorly ordered a water.Bartender gave… Continue reading
(The poet wrote to paper. Where are you my love, sweet. He told the morning sky, do you remember? I promised you a summer waltz near the sea and I am waiting for… Continue reading
Tender loving care A Poem by Coyote Poetry Real love is given without the desire of reward. Tender loving care She had big blue eyes and she sat on my lap at the… Continue reading
Kiss away my ghosts.. The saddest man on the block drank alone. He write sleeping man poetry and he drink the “Quiet man” whiskey. He was once insane, wild and foolish. He befriended… Continue reading
The sea, the wishes.. Lovely poet measured him with her gentle blue eyes and she watched how he spoke the words. She listened to his words and she adored the Monterey Dark Poet… Continue reading
Dark Interludes A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Love comes when she wants. Dark Interludes.. Facts or fiction. Love will bewitch us. A old friend of many years send me a letter with kind… Continue reading
Come live with me and be my love A Poem by Coyote Poetry I stole a line from the great writer Christopher Marlowe Come live with me and be my love.. (Come live… Continue reading
Wildflowers.. I have been laying in the cemetery of wars left and gone. Regrets dead and buried. Knowing old sins cannot be forgiven. I don’t seek forgiveness. I know you cannot be forgiven… Continue reading
No more goodbyes A Poem by Coyote Poetry We will learn and know too many goodbyes in our life. No more goodbyes. I caressed her auburn hair. Wrapped my arms around her. I… Continue reading
You can’t return from where you had left… A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poem from 1993 with a re-write You can’t return from where you had left…. (A Poet, is one, who… Continue reading