Leonard Cohen and a poem…. Dearest Eleanor..
Dearest Eleanor We were Summer lovers and we tried to capture the sun. The sun sun-kissed our skin and we loved the sea. We loved hot coffee and old books. We never said… Continue reading
Dearest Eleanor We were Summer lovers and we tried to capture the sun. The sun sun-kissed our skin and we loved the sea. We loved hot coffee and old books. We never said… Continue reading
October A Poem by Coyote PoetryFall is here. We need to find someone to stay with, lay with, in the cold days of Winter. Dear October…. Hello dear October, my old friend. Cooler day… Continue reading
My Ambrosia…. Those eyes, your moving feet.You stole my heart and my soul.And I asked you.Baby, my love , my darling.What do you need?I would steal the moon and the stars to make… Continue reading
Please sing to me, a kind and sweet lullaby… In the night when I’m overtook by the weight of life. You touched my face and brought my head into the safety of your… Continue reading
Goodbye my lover…. 1—Goodbye my lover, maybe our last kiss, maybe our last words. Did we abandoned love or did time steal our wishes….. 2—- Eleanor, sweet name upon my lips. Once we… Continue reading
I want a wild gal…. She wore her Sunday best and the smile of a angel. I told her, all we have is a Winter day and 10 inches of snow. She asked… Continue reading
The boardwalk… The dancing Lake Huron surround us, you are barefoot walking and your eyes of wonder, studying the lake. I tell you, I love the simple days when we can feel the… Continue reading
Tell me, how you lived?… Old poet told the people at the poetry reading. Dead men, do not rise. He read some quotes. “For each man kills the things he loves, Yet each… Continue reading
IF I was the king of the forest. A Poem by Coyote PoetryOld memories and old dreams. If I was the King of the Forest….. American Soldiers drinking with boisterous and loud German… Continue reading
Never left Michigan…. Years ago. I wanted to see the whole world. Drink wine in Basel and Paris, dance in the streets of Florence and read poetry at Hyde Park in London. I… Continue reading