The poet’s heart..
The poet’s heart… The poet wrote to paper. Where are you my love, sweet. He told the morning sky, do you remember? I promised you a Summer waltz near the sea and I… Continue reading
Soft as the cloud above us..
Soft as the clouds above me, I told her… (Soft as the clouds, she was my dear Sheena.)Once upon a miracle. I rested on the cloud of kindness, a blessing of dear and… Continue reading
Steal a memory, borrow a memory..
Steal a memory, borrow a memory… The dilemma of a long life. The restless heart learn to adore old memories. The fortune of youth become eloquence words on a sheet of paper. We… Continue reading
Be the willow tree..
Be the willow tree. Accept the winds of life and dance freely with her. A Story by Coyote Poetry I learn the past is gone and today actions matter, by a New Orleans Tarot… Continue reading
Stand up for the right things..
Stand up.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Quiet, peace, solitude and loneliness. Places and traces of what we were and are. Men are not prisoners of fate, but only prisoners of their own minds.… Continue reading
Come away with me..
Come away with me…. We loved the cigarettes, the Johnnie Walker and the good songs. You were North Dakota born, now California blessed. I would massage your wanting skin every night and I… Continue reading
The Coastline…
The Coastline.. I fell in love with her on a December morning.I stop my truck and I was star struck at her beauty.Her power. I walk quickly to her.She was dancing on the… Continue reading
Love is more than us..
When we are young. We believe, life is us. Old age teaches us. We are part of life. Little one, first day of school. Taught me, we are just here to assist the… Continue reading
Whiskey and a amazing Marian Hill song.
Whiskey.. Dancing alone on the dance floor at the Jazz club. Moving her body with a gentle ease and making every movement of perfect long legs, wonderful womanly curves and hips. Permanent tattoos… Continue reading
Looking for my Agnes..
Looking for my Agnes… Hemingway wrote of his Agnes. A love, who saved him and left him. Hemingway learn. Love in war, just gifts of the survivors. We must go home. Took J.… Continue reading