Sweet pleasure and rare delight. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some memories become sweeter with time. Sweet pleasure and rare delights Sweet pleasure, rare delights. Some dreams should not be touched. They burn… Continue reading
The Chelsea hotel A Poem by Coyote Poetry I went to New York a few times. I stayed in the Park and wrote poetry in the day and drank in the dark taverns… Continue reading
My goddess and beautiful muse of Spring A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words and beautiful photo. coyotepoetrebloggeddayzea(Thank you dayzea and Tumblr.) dayzea: Bringing this back because it was taken two early… Continue reading
The portrait of you Phantom dreams led me to you. You were my illusion of perfection. I was flattered when you condemn me to loving you forever by a gesture of… Continue reading
The stillness of the night A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need places where we know peace and we can be who we are truly are. The stillness of the night Real… Continue reading
I borrow a few lines from Leonard Cohen. Sometime we need to learn emotion and feelings from people who lived a long life.) “Everybody knows” Mr. President, Senate and the House of Rep.… Continue reading
Four short poems A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Attempt at short poetry. Silence The house is silence now. The children have left. The silence isn’t golden my love. ——– Loveless… Continue reading
If we make it through December Pretty Jenny was long legged and sweet as the Fall honey. She loved the Texas two-step and I love having her body near. She was a Austin… Continue reading
Whiskey dreams are still the same A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old dreams of youth I still hold on to. Not for me this time. For my children. … Continue reading
First love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Written in 1978. When youth was my advantage. First love A sweet and beautiful smile opening the door to conversation. The first taste of the sweet… Continue reading