She told me. Love demand payment.
She told me. Love demand payment. Perfect beauty. Wearing Summer dress of white. Her soft shoulders showed tempting kiss and caress. She knew she had my attention. I watched her sun-kissed legs of… Continue reading
Category Archive: poetry
The final place.
One more day my love I waited for you. You requested me to come and wait for you. Every night at 2 am. I watched you dance your final dance for desperate men,… Continue reading
I gave my love to you, dear Beatrice.
I gave my love to you, my sweet Beatrice Was Monterey, was the sea nearby. It was the whiskey and sweet wine we drank dear Beatrice. We conspired to find new cities and… Continue reading
I want to dance with you.
I want to dance with you. The night is long and the songs are good.You are looking so beautiful, and your eyes are demanding my attention.I whispered to you,I want to get lost… Continue reading
Be humble and kind. And an amazing Tim McGraw song.
Be humble and kind. The old man sat by the St. Clair shore lake and he watched his grandchildren run and play. He had lived a long life, and he knew, he knows… Continue reading
The karma of love.
The karma of love A Poem by Coyote Poetry When we are young. We waste the gift of love. The Karma of Love. Written on 5 March 1985 I remember when the sparkles… Continue reading
You did not leave me my friend.
You did not leave me my friend. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some scars cannot heal. We learn to live with them. … Continue reading
Six-word poems.
Six-word poems. 1- Dance more, laugh more, live more. 2- Money is heavy, Love is light. 3- Yesterday, tomorrow, today. This second matters. 4- Pretty does, pretty is, Baby Mia. 5- Did I… Continue reading
The Big Water.
The Big Water. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some mini-poetry. Ojibwa call the Great lakes. The Big Water. The Big water.. 1- The stirring of the quiet night wakes my sleeping spirit. I have… Continue reading
Please dear Jennifer. Come to Monterey.
Please dear Jennifer, come to Monterey. It was 8 pm in Monterey. A warm January night. I decided to call my Michigan gal; I left her in late December 1991. To remind her.… Continue reading