I used to be…
I used to be… A man is telling me of all his many deeds and accomplishments.I smile and listen.Pretend I care. I don’t believe in talking about the past.Today I am who I… Continue reading
Category Archive: poetry
California dreaming…
California dreaming.. My first true love was the sea. Always willing to welcome me back and she was willing to listen to the quiet poet. I miss the Pacific and I hope. To… Continue reading
With a whisper..
( Rachel Corrie. The Palestine people. Called her the beautiful American. ) Without a whisper.. We should of begs for mercy for theinnocent. Careless men talk of dead men and woman.Like a inventory of… Continue reading
The Winter of my life…
The Winter of my life.. The cold of the Michigan Winter.Bring back the sweet memories again.Wishing for better days.Feeling the sun.Hot days.Peace. Paradise.A dark eyes beauty.Soft tender kisses.Remember beautiful smiles.Memories to heat the heart.Sweet chases, slow… Continue reading
A wish upon a star…
A wish upon a star A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old dreams never fade away.” A wish upon a star… Every night before I close my eyes. I whisper your name. I make a wish to kiss your lips.To feel… Continue reading
Beautiful stranger…
Beautiful stranger.. Sitting alone in the corner in a piano bar bar in Austin, Texas.Reflecting on things lost on the road. Strangers are around me.Whispering secret to their lovers.Under the dim lights.Where words are twisted to revive passion… Continue reading
War and peace…
War and Peace.. I have stood with soldiers in war and peace.We laughed and cried together. We celebrated life and death. We traveled to where we were told and did what we had to… Continue reading
Midnight rendezvous.
Midnight rendezvous Kind women are gifts to wise men. A wise Poet wrote “To see a nude beautiful woman is morewonderful then to see a thousand artistic painting.” My old heart and mind have… Continue reading
Sanctuary of love and kindness..
Sanctuary of love and kindness… Old friends have left me. Warm and safe houses are gone. Friendly and kind words are missed. Old faces with smiles and with always an open doors went to a… Continue reading
The poet, the dancer and the artist..
The poet, the dancer and the artist… It was last warm days of Summer, the late August warm days were appreciated. Two men and one woman are drinking their coffee near the Port… Continue reading