A beach day- Lake St. Clair…
Best day are the easy days. The lake near and time to appreciate the days of Summer. These are the days, we need. Coyote
Category Archive: poetry
Anywhere..
Anywhere… Pretty lady dancing in the streets of San Francisco, blessing my world with her laughter and her beauty. I joined her in the dance and I whispered to her. You are my Aphrodite,… Continue reading
She was a diamond…
She was a diamond A Poem by Coyote PoetryWe need to be thankful when we hold something precious in our hands. She was a Diamond 20 Nov. 1994 The drunk man toasts to… Continue reading
Run with the wind..
Don’t look at me with disappointment… Don’t look at me.Don’t give me those sad looks of disappointment.I don’t care what you see. I’m breaking down walls.I’m not afraid.Like you, a robot.Walking the… Continue reading
Blindfolded and weightless..
Blindfolded and weightless… I watched your tone and beautiful legs move on the dance floor. Legs that make a man beg for mercy before he had sins. Your short skirt showed silky and… Continue reading
Too late for forgiveness…
(Two of my brothers. Committed suicide one year apart. One in 1987 and one in 1988) Too late for forgiveness A Poem by Coyote PoetryA old poem. A sad one. If you feel death… Continue reading
The Gypsy dance…
The Gypsy dance…. Late at night on the Monterey bay.If you listen well.Can hear the strong voices and song of the Gypsies.They gather in the Winter to celebrate life and death at the… Continue reading
The Coyote song…
(My California Death valley coyote friend. 1992) Coyote song…. On a quiet nights.When the sky is clear.Lonely people wait for no-one.They pray to the moon and they make a fool’s wishes.To repeat the… Continue reading
Forever young….
I ain’t done yet my friends, still many miles to go. Are you coming with me? ——————————————————————————-The wine been sweeter, the days been longer. We have survive the bad days and my dear… Continue reading
Poem: Weeping Willow – 25/08/21
Originally posted on Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose:
Weeping willow reminds meof stormy challenges,of riotous heart poundings,of emotional damages. Weeping willow, fretting leaves,gives me a sense of hope,her bent back fingerslaze,but within…