The crazy ones…
The crazy ones Beautiful lady can make me laugh when she dances to her own song. She is my crazy one. My wildflower who knows open roads and can make the sad… Continue reading
The crazy ones Beautiful lady can make me laugh when she dances to her own song. She is my crazy one. My wildflower who knows open roads and can make the sad… Continue reading
Longing, belonging and our secrets Lover, lover, lover. Once we loved the long nights, once the wine tasted sweeter. Now our longing, belonging and our secrets, are bloody finger prints on a over-painted… Continue reading
Empty spaces A Poem by Coyote Poetry A poem of question. Empty spaces The world is quiet.… Continue reading
A Sunday prayer (Our world is quiet. The coronaviras create a new world. Old world wasn’t right. We learn the hard way. Boundaries mean nothing. I pray the new world, we learn. To… Continue reading
California Johnnie hiding behind his paper and pen, once a great dreaming, once a great lover of the sea, once the wandering man, has lost his way. Now he is seeking Salinger’s… Continue reading
Leftover wine In Austin, Texas. Pretty woman confessed her sins to the bar room poet. He listen to her tales and he caught glimpses of soft tears falling for things that were in… Continue reading
A mad man prayer A Poem by Coyote Poetry A rewrite A mad man… Continue reading
Thank you for the dance My bare foot lady danced by the sea, the moon is above and the stars are lighting up the night sky. I watched her dance, joyfully and content… Continue reading
Listen, watch and share. A amazing young lady. She love nature and she is filled with positive energy. I like her. We must be brave to post our work and… Continue reading
The dream surfer In the prettiest dreams, in the most beautiful places and the sweetest days. The dream surfer can find and again know. Once upon a midnight dream, the yearning heart seek… Continue reading