The Chelsea hotel A Poem by Coyote Poetry I went to New York a few times. I stayed in the Park and wrote poetry in the day and drank in the dark taverns at… Continue reading →

Never talk to a stranger The last tavern on the Austin, Texas street “fifth street”.  Low music and people seeking conversation and some people seeking privacy. Pretty lady sat near me and she… Continue reading →

 Soldier of fortune ————————————————————- Painted memories on my skin, my mind and my heart. Some pain and some sweet. I won more than I have lost. I have killed for money, I play… Continue reading →

Originally posted on Megha's World:
This poem is first in the anthology of poems based on the Lifecycle of a poem What is a poem? I call them little bits of creativity…

 Dying, lying and you Last house near the lake. Was our place to rest. We were Gypsy hearts and Irish coffee mornings. We would find the quiet lake rarely, for we loved the… Continue reading →

Originally posted on Zizywrites:
My grandmother is an avid story teller. She has the gift of describing events in a way that you get the perfect picture. As such, I love listening to…

My Winter love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Cold days seem to bring people closer. My Winter love.   I whispered your sweet name in the twilight of the midnight hours. My sweet dreams… Continue reading →

She told me. Love demand payment. Perfect beauty. Wearing Summer dress of white. Her soft shoulders showed tempting kiss and caress. She knew she had my attention. I watched her sun-kissed legs of… Continue reading →

Originally posted on eatartdaily:
How beautiful the flowers How beautiful the stems of the flowers And the leaves on the stems How beautiful of course and the petals And the seeds inside the…