We must be, like the river…
We must be, like a river… (“Bacchus wine are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier pleasure; Rich the pleasure, sweet the pleasure, sweet is the pleasure after pain.” —-John Dryden) I told the… Continue reading
We must be, like a river… (“Bacchus wine are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier pleasure; Rich the pleasure, sweet the pleasure, sweet is the pleasure after pain.” —-John Dryden) I told the… Continue reading
A afternoon with John Denver.. Thank you John Denver. You left us with beautiful songs. Your songs were my songs of youth. Coyote
The poet’s eyes, the lover’s song… A pretty lady glided across the room to me. Her eyes inflamed with the hunger for a dance, sweets words and some kisses. I told her. Dear… Continue reading
Jazzy Saturday poetry.. 1- I told her she was so damn pretty. I love those eyes of coffee brown. I had watched her dance alone. Tight black dress, strong legs and robust body… Continue reading
We will accept less and forget who we were… Mother Winter is here. I have driven 2500 miles to come home to Detroit. I came home for many reasons. I needed the kindness… Continue reading
This wicked waltz.. Perfect beauty is waiting for me and she is dressed in a perfect red rose dress.Her tempting shoulders and her flowing auburn hair make my blissful creature.My goddess, angel, muse… Continue reading
Oh my lover… Kisses not resisted. Interlacing bodies twisted-up in the Texas two-step.The hot Texas nights and lonely souls sharing time and the long Island ice tea.Sweet lady whispered. No rainbows to find… Continue reading
The raging water.. I see your bare skin laying alone and I’m writing though-out the night just words into the stream of the internet, forgetting the once powerful need for your body near.… Continue reading
Calmness A Poem by Coyote Poetry Tire of the angry world. Calmness… Quiet world, safe world. People talking, solving problems. Peace maker voices, being heard. My wishes to the midnight moon. I want my… Continue reading
She is free… —————————————————————————————– She found me at the Pacific and she taught me how to dance with the sea, she taught me to love Irish coffee and she taught me. love should… Continue reading