The first time I saw your face’
The first time I saw your face I found lonely road and Godless heart. I was seeking good death and I was a leftover life waiting for no-one and nothing. I was roaming… Continue reading
The first time I saw your face I found lonely road and Godless heart. I was seeking good death and I was a leftover life waiting for no-one and nothing. I was roaming… Continue reading
Landscape Forget me not and please remember me always. I remember you. You were perfect valleys and you were like the free mountains of the California desert. Your body, perfect landscape to discover… Continue reading
Words for you my love —————————- The Illusion Some photos are poetry. Beautiful photos and beautiful artwork. They are poetry for the eyes. I saw you resting alone. Simple photo with great beauty.… Continue reading
Our world A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Our world Grandchild play with other children at the beach. He does not see the color of the other children skin and he doesn’t… Continue reading
A lullaby Old man memories become sweeter with time and distance. The old man wondered if she remember him, like he remembered her. He was twenty years old once and youth was his… Continue reading
Fever I told her.” Love don’t die sweetie. Love is like the German wines, become more sweeter and tastier with time.” Tonight you are wearing your red dress and dangerous smile. I felt… Continue reading
(Easy life and quiet death-Sir Walter Scott) (We poets in our youth begin with gladness; but there off in the end despondency and madness- Wordsworth) I want to dance with you tonight… Continue reading
Keep you safe I remember the day you saved me. Your gentle eyes of hazel green saw me and you caressed my face with your soft hands and you whispered. “been too long… Continue reading
Just might She gave me a kind smile as we danced the Texas two-step. She whispered in my wanting hears. “Dear Johnnie. People are foolish. They long to stay and long to… Continue reading
The crazy one Beautiful lady can make me laugh when she dances to her own song. She is my crazy one. My wildflower who knows open roads and can make the sad days… Continue reading