Pretty words..
Pretty words.. Dangerous beautiful lady in her tight black dress and wearing chain of amethyst crystal upon her neck. Was my crystal once and she wanted it more than I did. She told… Continue reading
Monthly Archive: January, 2025
SOS.. And a amazing Phil Ochs song..
SOS.. 1- When a poet cries, he cried alone. He write his tears to paper and allow them to be settle into a journal. Sometime madness can find us and we forget to… Continue reading
Open doors, dead poets and her bare feet..
1- Open doors.. Open the shades wide.Lite the incense candles of lavender and sweet wild flowers.Don’t be afraid of the dark and lonely nights.We are just flesh and bones.Needing to dance into the… Continue reading
A Spanish lullaby. And a beautiful Beth Hart song.
A Spanish lullaby.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry (Dream writing again. ) A Spanish Lullaby… Once, you and I, became we.We distanced love and love found us.We were young, we were fearless andwe loved the… Continue reading
Almost to California..
Almost to California. My Boston girl, I found her at Fort lee, Virginia in the Winter of 1976. She was waited for a love who forsaken you. I made her drink the sweet… Continue reading
Some midnight words..
Five lines poem of less A Poem by Coyote PoetryEpic writer, attempting new places. She told me, please be kind to me. Beautiful Sheena had a kind heart, a true heart. She whispered please… Continue reading
Tell me, how did you lived?
Tell me, how did you live? Old poet told the people at the poetry reading. Dead men, do not rise. He read some quotes. “For each man kills the things he loves, Yet each… Continue reading
One, two, three, four. Do we begin again?
One, two, three, four. Do we begin again? 1- Did I find you? Or did you entrapped me?Am I the captive or the guard?One, two, three, four. Did we dance?Prey or predator, we… Continue reading
The embrace..
(Thank you Maria Kreyn for photo from Tumblr) The embrace… You allow me to fall softly into your arms. I smell the softness of perfume in your skin of the spring flowers. We… Continue reading
Stand for the right things..
Stand for the right things.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Quiet, peace, solitude and loneliness. Places and traces of what we were and are. Men are not prisoners of fate, but only prisoners of… Continue reading