Just a dance…
Just a dance… We are walking on pins and needles. Once we spoke lover’s words. Now we are strangers, imprisons in self-made hell. Did we love? Do we hate? We tasted sweet, we… Continue reading
Just a dance… We are walking on pins and needles. Once we spoke lover’s words. Now we are strangers, imprisons in self-made hell. Did we love? Do we hate? We tasted sweet, we… Continue reading
Her beauty has not blinded me…. She roamed like a old tom cat. Wearing her black clothing like a mask. She tied her hair up into a tight knot andshe don’t look boyish.… Continue reading
Black as the night… I watched her dance alone to the holy Jazz songs. Simmering words make her body move slow and easy to the songs. I know to keep my distance. She… Continue reading
Liar’s moon A Poem by Coyote PoetrySometime we must pray for love.” Liar’s moon… The Coyote was quiet tonight, tranquil night allowed him… Continue reading
Heaven and hell A Story by Coyote PoetryDisappointment in love are lessons to prepare us for true love. Heaven and hell… We must decide. We can die of fear and our heart be… Continue reading
The crazy ones… Blessed places or cursed places?Are just places we shall know and the places that will teach us.Being blessed is someone caring for you and loving you for everything you are.… Continue reading
Bacchus wine and beautiful ladies… Once I was free, once I didn’t slumber in living. I remember the sea, I remember barely dressed women dancing for the Pacific. The rhyme and song of… Continue reading
The wisp/ the kiss, the memory- Jest of love A Chapter by Coyote PoetryThird and last chapter. The wisp/ the kiss, the memory- Jest of… Continue reading
The wisp/ the kiss, the memory. Youth flies away. A Chapter by Coyote PoetryChapter two. … Continue reading
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