Freedom is under-rated—Free bird
Free bird A Poem by Coyote Poetry Ain’t no real freedom. Even the free bird need a place to rest. Free bird We built our love upon straw and paper. We didn’t know… Continue reading
Free bird A Poem by Coyote Poetry Ain’t no real freedom. Even the free bird need a place to rest. Free bird We built our love upon straw and paper. We didn’t know… Continue reading
The sparkles in your eyes A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old memories and places. The sparkles in your eyes I remember when the sparkles in your eyes could light up the world… Continue reading
The Waltz A Poem by Coyote Poetry The ocean and love create emotions and passion that stay with us forever. The waltz We were doing a waltz upon the beach. The waves were… Continue reading
Secret love and hidden want Fiery eyes woman watched the Poet read his words at the Poetry reading at the Monterey coffee house. Her sweet voice like sweet honeys asked him as he… Continue reading
Love demand payment The gentle lover whispered. Remember me and I will remember you. We are creatures of delight. Need torrent nights and warm morning kisses. She begin to shave my face. Her… Continue reading
The dance of the Gypsies. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love, song and dance, blood and the road. The dance of the Gypsies I was in downtown Cologne, Germany in 1979. Watching… Continue reading
Ecstacy A Poem by Coyote Poetry A old poem poem. Rebirth. Ecstasy My love, I have found you. I love you from eyes to feet. Your brightness and sadness I need to know.… Continue reading
My Winter love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Cold days seem to bring people closer. My winter love. I whispered your sweet name. My sweet dreams bring your beautiful face to my memory.… Continue reading
I couldn’t find you A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need people to excite our imagination first. The flesh can forget. The mind yearn for more. I couldn’t find you Where are… Continue reading
Cigarettes, sweet wine and you A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old places become better with time Cigarettes, sweet wine and you I sat and waited with my Poet friend. I was the… Continue reading