We had the month of May, once.
We had the month of May, once A pretty gal from Italy told me by the Monterey Bay, “the pipe dream poet, he isn’t poetry, he isn’t love, he is cursed, cursed to… Continue reading
We had the month of May, once A pretty gal from Italy told me by the Monterey Bay, “the pipe dream poet, he isn’t poetry, he isn’t love, he is cursed, cursed to… Continue reading
Spring Equinox A Poem by Coyote Poetry Waiting for Spring Spring Equinox Winter cold touch was needed. Needed frost for the… Continue reading
I want to fall in love Once, I was seeking the Hemingway life. Running toward war and away from love and life. Somehow I found the J.D Salinger silence. Once, bold and foolish… Continue reading
“This is the way the world ends. Not with a bang but a whimper. .” T.S. Eliot “My grandfather told me often, one day, the teacher will become the student.… Continue reading
“I loved the hard climb, the untouched path. I listen for the flowing river and I go to her. Rarely do I see people. I sit with the trees, the free animals and… Continue reading
Captive heart Divine woman love the Fall days. The cooler days make her wander into deep forest and search for quiet meadows and beautiful places. She love the feel of the… Continue reading
Waiting for a miracle I remember you, I remember us. You were my wild and untamed lady, and I was running to you, and I was running away from you in the same… Continue reading
Are we lovers or are we liars? (Written in 1993) Once we believed in rainbows, once we made the wishing well wishes. I remember a September Fall day in 1978, the prettiest girl… Continue reading
The silent sea A Poem by Coyote Poetry The ocean, memories and old dreams. The silent sea We can be humble by true beauty. Life can weaved us to places and situations. Blushing… Continue reading
Perhaps, perhaps my love The night is long and the drink is cheap. The music is good and the design of the night had brought her to me. Words are shared… Continue reading