Bacchus wine and beautiful ladies…
Bacchus wine and beautiful ladies… Once I was free, once I didn’t slumber in living. I remember the sea, I remember barely dressed women dancing for the Pacific. The rhyme and song of… Continue reading
Bacchus wine and beautiful ladies… Once I was free, once I didn’t slumber in living. I remember the sea, I remember barely dressed women dancing for the Pacific. The rhyme and song of… Continue reading
We become, who we suppose to be. Part two. A Chapter by Coyote PoetryPart two. We become, who we suppose to be. (Part two)… It was late… Continue reading
We become, who we suppose to be. A Chapter by Coyote PoetryChapter one. We become, who we suppose to be. I befriended a 30-30 once.… Continue reading
Black as the night…. Love is sweet and love can be so deadly. I knew Jenny was so damn beautiful. Youthful eyes and womanly perfect curves, make a wise man become a tomfoolery… Continue reading
Black as the night… I told her. Everybody knows you have a black heart and I know more than most. You smell like like wildflowers in the early Spring and you talk so… Continue reading
Thank you Nightbirde, dear Jane Marczweskie. Please listen to her and we can learn. Seek happiness, not misery.
Thank you for stopping by. Coyote
Something is wrong with me…. Something is wrong with me. I am like a Bukowski poem gone wrong. Bukowski told us, do what you love, even if you must be alone, you must… Continue reading
Love had no pride…. Pretty wishes, pretty memories, become kind and sweet places we have known. I remember my greatest wish, ginger hair girl with the eyes of hazel, she was once, my… Continue reading
You are my Lake Gichigama prayer… Once we danced in Paris, once we fell in love in Basel and once we loved the big cities and the sea. Kelli, Kelli my dearest Kelli.… Continue reading