The sea, the wishes..
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
Tag Archive: Writing
I want to know you..
I want to know you… Silence whispers and the old photos, they give me remnants of who you are. Do you know me? I believe woman are more layered than men. Rarely does… Continue reading
When the sun kisses the moon..
“you taste like sunshine just like you’ve been kissed by the morning light and I was the darkness dancing with the stars carelessly, breathlessly and our lips meet softly. color creeping in the… Continue reading
Her beauty had not blinded me..
Her beauty has not blinded me.. She roamed like a old tom cat.Wearing her black clothing like a mask. She tied her hair up into a tight knot.She don’t look boyish. Her dress… Continue reading
If I was the king of the forest..
If I was the King of the Forest… American Soldiers drinking with boisterous and loud German women and men in a guesthouse.Celebrating the May festival in Stuttgart in 1978. Drinking the cognac and good beer.One of the German men… Continue reading
Hello Jennifer..
Hello Jennifer A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. I found the poem in a 25 year old journal. Had to re-written. Hello Jennifer.. I called my Jennifer from the pay-phone in downtown… Continue reading
Jazzy Friday.. Sleepless nights..
Sleepless nights.. You and me, me and you. We love the Jazzy songs, slow dancing bare-ass for the midnight moon and making love till noon. You are my coffee mornings, my Lone Islands… Continue reading
Trying to lose your memory..
Trying to lose your memory.. I tried to find peace and calm in the coffee houses of Monterey, drinking strong coffee and reading dead-end poetry at the nightly poetry readings. I thought I… Continue reading
Bang, bang. Part two.
Bang, bang… You were my Tijana Radeska and I was your Doc Holliday. We loved to argue, we love to wrestle till we fell into secret kisses near the Lake St. Clair. You… Continue reading
Love is, just another four letter word..
Love is, just another four letter word… A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime love become another dirty word… The word, Love is. Just another four letter word… She was so tire of the useless… Continue reading