My kindest memory.
My kindest memory Yes you are, my bests days, my seaside evening dance, my morning wish. The sweetest kisses, I had ever known. Our easy days, our most wonderful nights, I do remember.… Continue reading
Daily Archive: December 5, 2025
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Steal a kiss.
Steal a kiss I would, I should. If I could, I would. Just a small taste, with the stars and moon above us. I would steal a kiss. And I would tell you.… Continue reading
The wisp/the kiss, the memory.
The wisp/the kiss, the memory. The Long Island ice tea. A Chapter by Coyote PoetryA new series of short poetry. Part one. The wisp/ the kiss, the memory…… Continue reading
Brick, upon another brick.
Brick, upon another brick.. Men, believe in his youth. Life is his to take. Young men believe life is now, just borrow and steal everything you can. Tomorrow may not come. He learns… Continue reading
Sway.
Sway… The Poet’s wish. Never sweet and never easy. A dancing beauty moved with the song. Her hips moving slowly with the tempting words. The dancing damsel, she knows she was the Hemingway’s… Continue reading
A Michigan sky above us.
1- Once a pretty Iron Mountain girl, we tasted love kisses, we did slow dances for the moon and we reached for the midnight stars. She was a lovely miracle, never forgotten. 2-… Continue reading
The death of love. A lonely lullaby.
The death of love. A lonely lullaby.. 1- Once upon a time, you came to me at midnight and you went to my bedroom. You stripped off your clothing and you waited for… Continue reading
April come, she will.
April come, she will… December days are here. Today is the fifth day of December. I am waiting for the warm days to make my spirit of hope to come alive. I need… Continue reading