“I will sing the blues for you”
I will sing the blues for you Johnnie be good, Johnnie be bad and Johnnie dancing alone to the Jazz. The words sweet, tempting and so true. My baby left me, I’m so… Continue reading
I will sing the blues for you Johnnie be good, Johnnie be bad and Johnnie dancing alone to the Jazz. The words sweet, tempting and so true. My baby left me, I’m so… Continue reading
I understand why we protect the wildflowers now. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Wildflowers are protected in Michigan. Took me years to understand why. I understand why we protect the wildflowers now. I… Continue reading
I want to see you again The powerful Pacific ocean hide the love stories of the fearless lovers. I wandered the beaches of Monterey. I looked at the faces of the… Continue reading
First words, last words Words can be powerful tools, can awake the fearful and dead in heart. Sweet love, eternal love, tender love make me dream and yearn for the kind embrace. Sweet… Continue reading
Blame not the kiss The pen and paper cannot give justice to your beautiful face. Words cannot describe the beauty of your eyes. The great moon don’t compare to you standing near me.… Continue reading
(1992, Monterey) Ancient floors In the mirrors of time. Old windows may never be closed. Surging memories and regret leave us wishing we were kinder and better. The broken roads leave me spiraling… Continue reading
The sea dancer The lovely coming Dusk, worshiped the dancing beauty. The falling sun smiled, the rising moon loved the girl, dancing for him. I went to her and I told… Continue reading
(Il problema è che mi ci immergo troppo, in tutto. Nelle canzoni, nelle promesse, nelle persone.) D. C. coyotepoet The color red Once my life was, dark and colorless,… Continue reading
orchidea–nera +++++ coyotepoet I love you more Once I was alone, now with you near, the sky is more bluer, the moon is more brighter, I know how to… Continue reading
The trees A Poem by Coyote Poetry I had a tree poem in my head for weeks. I hope it is worthwhile to read. Trees BY JOYCE KILMER I think that I shall… Continue reading