Almost a love story.
Almost a love story. You were going to be a dancer, a poet, going to save our world. I was content to be in the reflection of your eyes. I told you often… Continue reading
Monthly Archive: January, 2026
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Love is like a flower garden.
Love is like a flower gardenA Poem by Coyote PoetryJust words. (A Poem by Coyote PoetryWe forget sometimes to show love to the people who truly loved us.) Love is like a flower… Continue reading
Should I stay or should I go.
Should I stay or should I go. Wild world and free road were my lovemy pretty lady never tamed,never honest,never true.I was her last stop and she whispered to me.baby, should I say… Continue reading
The stranger and the poet song.
The stranger and the poet song. Houses built on sand will sink. Love built on false hope will not endure. Desperate love, passionate love is just released for the sake of the body… Continue reading
Nothing remains the same.
Nothing remains the same. Your name came to me late in the midnight hour. Your memory brought back the canvas of your perfect body, kind smile and your beautiful face. Your name, Fabiola.… Continue reading
I don’t remember how you looked.
I don’t remember how you looked. Your eyes were blue, maybe hazel green? Your hair golden blond or maybe strawberry red? I try to describe you and each time I remember less. Sometimes I dream of… Continue reading
The wicked games, we play.
The wicked game, we play. I am not right no-more, I will never be right again. Your sweet song made me want the madness, the madness of loving you forever. Your eyes stole… Continue reading
Listen, remember and learn.
Listen, remember and learn 1- Listen I love the misty mornings.I love the chill of Lake St. Clair Lake when I sit alone near her.I listen to the lake, and I listen to… Continue reading
The war, the blood and the gun.
The war, the blood and the gun. No-one is screaming for the child of war. They have known only blood and the sound of war. Who do we blame my friend? War is… Continue reading
The parable of the flowers.
The parable of the flowers and the lovelorn man. She was a perfect beauty. She danced nightly on a stage in Killeen, Texas. I went nightly and I waited for my tainted beauty… Continue reading