Sweet pleasure and rare delights. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some memories become sweeter with time. Sweet pleasure and rare delights… Sweet pleasure, rare delights.Some dreams should not be touched.They burn the heart till… Continue reading
The drinking song. Once I met Bukowski in California and he told me. Never truth a man, who never drinks. I learn with old age. He was right. Drunk men or women will… Continue reading
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
SOS. 1- When a poet cries, he cried alone. He writes his tears to paper and allow them to be settle into a journal. Sometime madness can find us, and we forget to… Continue reading
Sara Little Wolf. Once a pretty Ojibwa gal stole my heart and my thoughts. Her coffee brown eyes and golden-brown skin made me wish to swim in her kind and gentle eyes. She… Continue reading
Strangers, trains and planes… She called my from Paris. She whispered I will be in Monterey soon.I will meet you at the Monterey coffee shop on Tuesday.She held a silence and I thought.… Continue reading
The lucky one…A Poem by Coyote Poetry “The gift of love. No more honored gift. “ The lucky one… She offered me a smile and a hello.I was besieged by her beauty.She asked me… Continue reading