Hide and seek Once we were brave, once we were unafraid of the ending, once we loved the beginning. I found you bare and alone, laying in a shallow grave, waiting for no-one.… Continue reading →

Originally posted on The Waves of Poetry:
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Originally posted on The Waves of Poetry:
https://john-coyote.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/10/fotor-spb1.jpg My photo of St. Isaac Cathedral and The Bronze Horseman (Peter the Great’s Statue), 2017. https://john-coyote.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/10/spb2_fotor.jpg My photo of The?Admiralty, 2017 https://john-coyote.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/10/fullsizerender-16_fotor-spb3.jpg My photo of…

 Two shots of happy, one shot of sad I painted pretty pictures for us, I made landscape of perfect and beautiful places. But we danced on the thread of real words. We were… Continue reading →

Bang, bang I met her at the Stray Cat lounge. She sat alone and her eyes were deadly and hazel green. The bartender told me. Johnnie, she is a wild cat. Can’t tame… Continue reading →

 I adore you (A poem for my story- The Poet’s love.) Perfect beauty resting in my arms and I whispered a quiet prayer.“I love your face.I love hearing your sweet and gentle voice.I… Continue reading →

Dirty little secrets I watched the moon rise and the sun run away and I remember ‘ You and I’. I’m the dancing moon whispering words of love to you as we pass… Continue reading →

 Almost to California. My Boston girl, I found her at Fort lee, Virginia in the Winter of 1976. She was waited for a love who forsaken you. I made her drink the sweet… Continue reading →

The darkest days A Poem by Coyote Poetry A re-write The darkest days Winter of 1992 was holding on and I was hiding out on Highway one. I brought the vodka and pineapple juice… Continue reading →