My goddess
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 springs… 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 springs… Continue reading
Lay lady lay A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Lay Lady lay I remember you. Your eyes of hazel green and the softness of your voice made me stop and… Continue reading
The lullaby The old poet sang a lullaby to the sea. A lullaby, a sensual woman whispered to me once on a warm Spring day. “Come live with me and be my… Continue reading
The lost and found A Poem by Coyote Poetry When love is misplaced. hard to find again. The lost and found I loved the Monterey nights. I would walk from Fort Ord,… Continue reading
Dark Interludes A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Love comes when it wants. Dark Interludes Facts or fiction. Love will bewitch us. An old friend of many years send me a letter with… Continue reading
The Iron Mountain song A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words The Iron Mountain song I have finished my journey and I drove to Iron Mountain. Been 30 years since I saw… Continue reading
The word-man A Poem by Coyote Poetry Know the truth. Open your eyes. Don’t be fooled by naysayers and liars. The word-man. (Need men of woman to write the truth. Thank you for… Continue reading
The songs of the seasons A Story by Coyote Poetry A Native American tale. The song of fall Warm days, cold nights. Create a restless passion. I can hear the whisper of… Continue reading
The twisted dance of love. (written in 1988) “Wine is a grand thing,” I said. “It makes you forget all the bad.” Hemingway “Cowards die a thousand deaths, but the brave only die… Continue reading
Delicate flower A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some people and places are perfect. They are delicate flowers and perfect places. Delicate flower I was a wore and torn man, receded into the… Continue reading