A Lake St. Clair prayer..
A Lake St. Clair prayer.. I’m far from my first love. The Pacific ocean.The Pacific ocean stole my heart years ago andshe made me yearn to be near her and wish to dance… Continue reading
Category Archive: poetry
Damn you beautiful Kelli.
Damn you beautiful Kelli.. 1- He loved her so and he yearned to look into her dark wild eyes. And he knew. She was a forbidden love, so damn close and so damn… Continue reading
The coyote and the raven dance..
The Coyote and Raven dance… The coyote was dancing for the half-moon, he moved and weaved into the deep forest and he knew. His beautiful friend was watching him celebrate the night. The… Continue reading
Kindness, we need..
Kindness, we need.. In her eyes, I saw the sea, in her eyes, I saw the long Monterey beach, in her eyes. She had the figure of the Aphrodite, she had the voice… Continue reading
You were never my love..
You were never my love.. She was a beautiful beautiful flower and I loved her so. I didn’t know love was based on wonder, mystery and wonder. I was just a replacement. Love… Continue reading
She danced by the lights of the candles..
She danced by the lights of the candles.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Written in 1992 and rewritten. She danced by the light of the candles.. I sat by the bay.Watched the sun fall… Continue reading
The empty jars..
The empty jars.. I watched her in the kitchen organizing the empty mason jars and empty bottles. She told me on a cold Winter morning, I store my dreams in the old mason… Continue reading
A Spanish lullaby..
A Spanish lullaby A Poem by Coyote Poetry Dream writing again. A Spanish Lullaby… Once, you and I, became we. We distanced love and love found us. We were young, we were fearless and… Continue reading
Became ugly with time..
Became ugly with time.. I watch the rain outside the Jazz club window. I am singing with the Jazz man. “The sky is crying.” I have become ugly. Time slowly took my smile,… Continue reading
Softly we go..
Softly we go… Softly we go, you and me. We had danced in many dangerous storms and we want more. Baby sweet, honey, my love. We need shoeless days, we need to hear… Continue reading