Once upon a Summer day. And a amazing song.
Once upon a Summer day.. ( April is poetry month. Poem number seventeen.) She was the kindest and pretties gal in Monterey. I called her, my lady of the sea. She called me,… Continue reading
Monthly Archive: April, 2025
The sea.. And a beautiful Gabriella song.
The sea. (New poem sixteen for April. The poetry month.) The old poet told the young poets, old ladies and the kids. 1- Bit by bit, piece by piece. We are create puzzles… Continue reading
The storm..
The storm A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love can break you down and leave you empty and alone. The storm.. Love can be like a gentle rain. It can be like a thunderstorm to… Continue reading
Art and words..
Art and words A Poem by Coyote Poetry Art is poetry for the eyes. Art and words.. In ancient China. They believed there was a affinity between painting and poetry.The true masters of… Continue reading
I wanted everything and I needed nothing..
I wanted everything and I needed nothing.. Dancing on the edge.Using and abusing woman without regret.Giving enough to birth passion and running for the door before the morning light. Many kinds of greed… Continue reading
The dance of love..
The dance of love.. 1- We danced in San Francisco near the pier and we drank every type beer we could in the house of brewery. I basked in the beauty of your… Continue reading
A lady vow..
A lady vow.. 1- A lady vow, maybe true, maybe a lie? Her pretty words are just promises to be broken. Her gift of a smile, her gift of a sweet kiss. Maybe… Continue reading
You were never my love..
You were never my love… She was a beautiful beautiful flower and I loved her so. I didn’t know love was based on wonder, mystery and wonder. I was just a replacement. Love… Continue reading
Wild horses and some mini-poetry.
Wild horses.. 1- She as a blooming flower of nineteen, her eyes filled with the glittering of never-ending madness. She wanted ancient cities and aged wines. She wanted to learn the tango and … Continue reading
The dance, love and the goodbyes..
The dance.. Love is a wild dance,make us hold on tightly deep into the midnight hour.Holding the embrace and honoring the sweet kiss.The breaking dawn begin to create separation.The once perfect dance because… Continue reading