Barefoot girls and Summer wine..
Just words. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love is life, life is love.? I have always loved the barefoot girls, shoeless girls can feel the sand or the grassy open fields with their tender… Continue reading
Just words. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love is life, life is love.? I have always loved the barefoot girls, shoeless girls can feel the sand or the grassy open fields with their tender… Continue reading
April morning… The days of May are coming Kind earth is alive and we must become the people of the sun. The fire are burning and grandfathers must become the story tellers by… Continue reading
“A Native American tale I was taught and I teach my grandchildren. The Nightingale song.. The Ojibwa grandfather… Continue reading
The fingerprints… I washed the blankets and I washed the sheets. I opened the Window wide and the damn cold air awoke my memory of you. On a September night in the Fall,… Continue reading
The poet and the artist.. A poet and a artist sitting by Santa Cruz boardwalk drinking coffee and chasing conversation. The morning was perfect, the sea was calm and the coffee was strong.… Continue reading
Is it, everything you wanted? Once I chased you from Germany to the land of Scotland. Once we were brave and once we danced till the songs were done in dark taverns. Once… Continue reading
Ain’t blue no-more.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need good jazz and good memories to teach us. Life isn’t done yet. Ain’t blue… Continue reading
I drink and I will recite some wild thoughts for you… I met Bukowski once and I learn. Like my mentor, I drink and I will recite some wild thoughts for you. Pretty… Continue reading
Sin is sin, till we partake…. He told the pretty Irish girl, sin is sin till we partake in her sweetness. Then the sin become a part of us, we will accept willingly.… Continue reading
A little mercy now… I know, I am fragments of what I was. Once loud mouth and crazy man. His eyes are heavy with sadness and memories. He told the falling sun. The… Continue reading