Delia..
Delia A Poem by Coyote PoetryBeautiful Delia is dancing alone somewhere. (The name Delia is of Greek origin. The meaning of Delia is “visible”. It is also of English origin, where its meaning is “of Delos“.… Continue reading
Monthly Archive: January, 2025
The sea..
The sea.. Once forgotten man sat alone by the sea,he listened to her and she whispered to him. Women are crazy,misery loved company,good drink make us see with realistic view andthe sea never… Continue reading
The dance of the flowers..
The dance of the flowers.. My dear and sweet love, please come walk with me. My love, please dance with me in the field of the wildflowers. Today the earth is alive and… Continue reading
Read to me my dear lover..
Read to me my dear lover.. Longing, belonging, needing and believing.You are my reasons to live my love. Falling, soaring and flying to new heights in hope and dreams.Please sweet love, read to… Continue reading
Johnnie verbal poetry and a poem. Abigail.
Where are you Abigail? Johnnie is lonely.Loneliness is okay.Love rare, love sweet.Never forgotten.You can’t catch dreams.Coyote drinking and dancing alone. Dancing Coyote
A Scottish gal and a beautiful Nati Dreddd song.
A Scottish gal.. I told the bartender. I do adore the Scottish gals. Their voices steal me away into their beautiful eyes. I looked at the bartender and I told him. Never brake… Continue reading
Falling backwards..
Falling backwards… I liked California. Made me think and drink less. I never understood the California girls. They wanted to figure out the messy world and you can’t. The taverns in California were… Continue reading
When a woman smiled..
When an woman smiled… My heart stopped and my world become perfect. When your gift of your beautiful smile and laughter, take me to sacred and cherish place. I’m captive by your gentle… Continue reading
Another time, another place.
Another time, another place….. The loneliness man at Fort Hood volunteered for missions in Central American. He wanted to escape everything and he wanted to taste the Hemingway’s tropical paradise. Once he sought… Continue reading
When the war is over..
When the war is over.. ————————————————————————————————————– I haven’t been right, maybe I won’t be right again, I left war and war found me. Friends faces are hanging with me, a heavy sadness. My… Continue reading