A little sin
wickedlittlesins(Thank you Tumblr for the photo) Little sin Your flowing black hair flowing in the gentle breezes making me wish to have you home nude and free. You are my little sin… Continue reading
Category Archive: john coyote
The bad love
Bad love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Poem written in 1994 with a re-write The b+ad love I felt the darkness of the night overtaking the lights of the day. Stealing away the… Continue reading
“Cocoa beach”
Cocoa beach A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old places and old memories Cocoa beach I received a phone call. Sweet Peggy called and asked. “Please come to see me. I live in Cocoa… Continue reading
“Let’s drink and pray for more”
Let’s drink and pray for more A Poem by Coyote Poetry Let’s drink and pray for more Wild child danced alone on Austin Dance floor. Barely old enough to be in the… Continue reading
“Did I tell you?”
Did I tell you? A Poem by Coyote Poetry A wise person is thankful for what he has. Did I tell you? I don’t remember if I told you how beautiful you are. I have… Continue reading
“You are my ocean”
You are my ocean My first love was the sea. Uncontrolled and free. I danced with her, as a child. I fell into her waves and I felt the safety of her… Continue reading
“The perfect sea”
The perfect sea A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words coyotepoetrebloggedivefreya coyotepoet The perfect sea You lifted your red dress and you walked into the sea. Perfect feet danced with the moving waves.… Continue reading
“Recollections”
Recollections A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Recollections ————————————————————————————————————————- Kellie I was intoxicated by you. My beautiful dark eyes muse, you made me beg for seconds of time, to be near you.… Continue reading
Martin Luther King Jr.
Martin Luther King Jr. A Poem by Coyote Poetry A great man day is on 16 January. Please think of him this day. A man who wanted equality and peace. We need men… Continue reading
Painted memories
Painted memories A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Painted memories My lovely Liz, my beautiful Elizabeth. I have so many canvases of us. You and I. Mirror reflections finding proper place. I… Continue reading