Some California poetry…
1- Dear Clinton, Michigan.. You told me often.Love wasn’t enough.The heart become too hidden with time and age. —— 2- California isn’t enough.. I called you beautiful Jenny and I told you.California… Continue reading
1- Dear Clinton, Michigan.. You told me often.Love wasn’t enough.The heart become too hidden with time and age. —— 2- California isn’t enough.. I called you beautiful Jenny and I told you.California… Continue reading
Last wish, first wish. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words never spoken. Burn the wanting heart. Last wish, first wish… Those wishing well wishes and the butterfly kisses of memories.Leave me yearning for… Continue reading
Mystical places A Poem by Coyote Poetry First love, first real kiss and the first true words of love become mystical places where we can find in sweet dreams forever. Mystical places… Many… Continue reading
Nothing remains the same.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Our home don’t change. We do. Nothing remains the same… Your name came to me late in the midnight hour. Brought back the canvas… Continue reading
Poetry-three little poems. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Little poems.” Imagine,taunting,you — Deluded love.Love captured.Love forgotten. —- Heart ruthless.Heart betrayed.A bone yard of love.Just broken glass dreams. John Castellenas/Coyote
Pain and lesson… A thousand lessons deep. I learn too late. Hold silence and listen. I lost many upon the road of living. I wished too late. To left brothers with kind words.… Continue reading
Only you A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poetry of love Only you.. I drank in the beauty of river clear blue eyes. I watched you dance on the almost empty beach freely… Continue reading
La petite mort.. She was a portrait of beauty.Her love was locked away, waiting for the perfect man and the gentle embrace. She asked me. Was any kindness or good left in me?… Continue reading
Close your eye my love.. The consequences of finding you was to love and need you forever. My red hair muse, you drove me into madness and needed places of bliss and sweet … Continue reading
The good path A Poem by Coyote Poetry We learn with age. What we truly need. The good path.. Where do I go from here? I have made a thousand right and wrong… Continue reading