The Chelsea hotel
The Chelsea hotel A Poem by Coyote PoetryI went to New York a few times. I stayed in the Central Park and wrote poetry in the day and drank in the dark taverns at… Continue reading
The Chelsea hotel A Poem by Coyote PoetryI went to New York a few times. I stayed in the Central Park and wrote poetry in the day and drank in the dark taverns at… Continue reading
Lilac wine —————————————————————————————–She whispered, maybe, maybe not. Let’s allow the lilac wine, to write the story for us. ——————————————————————————————- Life is many colors, we can paint her black, we can paint her red,… Continue reading
Dead flowers —————————————————————————————————————————————- Once we tried to catch the wind. We loved the California fault line and the Pacific. She loved the black velvet whiskey and I loved her. I always brought her… Continue reading
Heaven and hell A Story by Coyote PoetryDisappointment in love are lessons to prepare us for true love. Heaven and hell… We must decide. We can die of fear and our heart be… Continue reading
The crazy ones… Blessed places or cursed places?Are just places we shall know and the places that will teach us.Being blessed is someone caring for you and loving you for everything you are.… Continue reading
Tender loving care A Poem by Coyote PoetryReal love is given without the desire of reward. Tender loving care… She had big blue eyes. She sat on my lap at the college party… 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
She was my everything and I told her everyday. Please always love me baby girl. You are my rock, you are the hands, I need to hold. Please dance with me, whisper sweet… Continue reading
Sin, gin and skin… We were the Tuesday night poets, we shared words with the writers and the poets, we shared words with the lonely at the Irish tavern at Pacific Grove. You… Continue reading
Lost in the abyss of you…. Can sleeping men sleep find peace? My mind wandered to far away places to when I was brave. My youthful heart believed in love, I believe I… Continue reading