The midnight hours..
The midnight hours.. I knew when I met her near the sea. She was a dangerous endeavor. Her wild sea blue eyes and gentle voice, I could see the wild world in eyes… Continue reading
You can’t catch the wind..
You can’t catch the wind. (April is poetry month. New poetry number twenty six. some little poetry and thoughts.) 1- Her eyes were cold, her voice was just a whisper of hope. She… Continue reading
A Scottish love song..
Some poetry for love.. He adored her Summer bonnet of blue, he adored her flowing ginger hair. He asked her. Old wise men had told me once. Never love a ginger hair Scottish… Continue reading
Remembering the fragrance of Winter..
Remembering the fragrance of Winter A Poem by Coyote PoetryA story Remembering the fragrance of Winter… I had lived the… Continue reading
Stripped to the bone..
Stripped to the bone…. I told her, I love the darkest things. I want a love so dark, my world turn purple/black. I don’t want sweet words, I want demanding words. I want… Continue reading
The rage, the kiss and the pain..
Rage and pain,illusion and deceit.Love born than died.—- Slender shoulders kissed.The nakedly dance,the midnight hour splendor—— Captured,unrestrained,taunts and torment.Imperfection enshrined. John Castellenas/Coyote
The Pacific ocean..
The Pacific ocean.. The half-drunk poet told the pretty gal in the Irish tavern in Austin, Texas. I had a sweet love once and she is waiting for me still. She made me… Continue reading
Mystery and wonder..
Mystery and wonder… It was a Germany warm Summer, the days were long and easy. You and I had no-place to you. You were my German girl with eyes of hazel who loved… Continue reading
One more cup of coffee my dearest love..
One more cup of coffee my dearest. ( April is poetry month. Poem number four.) He made two cups of coffee with a pinch of sugar and light cream. He watched dear Susi… Continue reading