Strangers, trains and planes
Strangers, trains and planes A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some people can’t be held down. Freedom is too valuable. Strangers, trains and planes She called my from Paris. She whispered I will be… Continue reading
Strangers, trains and planes A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some people can’t be held down. Freedom is too valuable. Strangers, trains and planes She called my from Paris. She whispered I will be… Continue reading
My little one A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. My little one Love, Amie, love. Five foot tall, hair of strawberry red. Sweet smile that can steal your heart.I have contemplated… Continue reading
The sea A Poem by Coyote Poetry Best place to be. Near the sea with good friends, music and free time. The sea I told her. Become like the sea. Move with… Continue reading
Barefoot dreams A Story by Coyote Poetry Good places and friends make distance places good dreams in old age. Barefoot dreams I met the Sergeant Major nightly at the Bowling alley, dance… Continue reading
Coffee, you and me “Then shall thy circling arms embrace and dip my naked body, and thy balmy lips. Bathe me in juices of kisses, who perfume like a religious incense shall consume.” … Continue reading
The nectar of you A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old memories and very good places. The nectar of you She gave me gestures of kindness. Openly opening the door of friendship. Her… Continue reading
A thousand kisses deep. Part two A Poem by Coyote Poetry Kisses my friend. Real gold of a life. A thousand kisses deep The doors are locked and window block by the… Continue reading
Trying to lose your memory A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poetry written in 1992 Trying to lose your memory I tried to find peace and calm in the coffee houses of… Continue reading
Ode to Jessica A Poem by Coyote Poetry I was a street Poet once. Another Poet name Jessica asked for a poem and she bought me a strong coffee. This is the poem.… Continue reading
Bad to the bone A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good music took me to good days and places. Bad to the bones (Written in 1989 rewritten today) I’m going crazy. I don’t know… Continue reading