‘Boundless sea, honey love and a sacred fire’
Boundless sea, honey love and a sacred fire A Story by Coyote Poetry Just words. Boundless sea, honey love and sacred fire It was early Summer of 1994 and I was… Continue reading
Boundless sea, honey love and a sacred fire A Story by Coyote Poetry Just words. Boundless sea, honey love and sacred fire It was early Summer of 1994 and I was… Continue reading
Parable of Celia A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Parable of Celia She sat alone by the peaceful lake. Her pale legs and bare feet being sun-kissed by the late Spring sun.… Continue reading
The stranger song Pretty lady asked her old lover. When did we become strangers? Once we talked, danced and sang the whole night through. Now we sit together. Your eyes had died… Continue reading
I knew how to sing once dear Julie Once I believe in love and I believed in the ambrosia of forever. When I drink my coffee late at night and I write.… Continue reading
Dead flowers (Some short poetry) —- Please don’t talk no-more Pretty lady crying and she whispered to her banished lover. Please speak no-more, your words had turned worthless and meaningless. Your face… Continue reading
Just might She gave me a kind smile as we danced the Texas two-step. She whispered in my wanting hears. “Dear Johnnie, people are foolish. They long to stay and long to… Continue reading
See you again I have become cold and lonely in life and heart again, life seem to have crumble into a millions pieces and I don’t care to repair. Lonely road and… Continue reading
Landscape Forget me not and please remember me always. I remember you. You were perfect valleys and you were like the free mountains of the California desert. Your body, perfect landscape to discover… Continue reading
The black dress Pretty lady danced alone on the Austin Texas dance floor. Tight black dress, long legs and her beautiful face dark with sadness. I watched her and she saw me observing… Continue reading
Big Sur meditation Who are we, my friend? Is our life half empty or half filled? I have seen people who gave-up and gave-in into the struggle of life. Lifeless eyes, waiting for… Continue reading