Love words of a mad man.
Love words of a mad man A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love can teach us madness. 1-Break me Please break me and make me bleed. Show me I’m alive. Make me die and bring… Continue reading
Under the willow tree. We danced.
Under the willow tree. We danced. Once we held love over everything. Love was holy and a joy. Were a blessing and a gift. Now like sleeping flowers in the Winter. The feeble… Continue reading
Did I thank you?
Did I thank you? (Remember my elders who taught me how to live.) Aunt Ruth and Uncle Bill, did I thank you? I was just a kid with little and you held my… Continue reading
When a woman smiled.
When an woman smiled. My heart stopped and my world become perfect. When your gift of your beautiful smile and laughter, take me to sacred and cherish place. I’m captive by your gentle… Continue reading
The brown eye’s girl.
The brown eye’s girl. Was a lonely beach, late Spring brought out the lovers of the sea. I saw near the moving and dancing Pacific. A woman and child. I fell in love… Continue reading
Old wisdom. Grandparent wisdom.
This is the way the world ends. Not with a bang but a whimper..” T.S. Eliot “My grandfather told me often, one day, the teacher will become the student. The student will become the teacher.” “Once my dear grandmother… Continue reading
Misty eyes.
Misty eyes. You bathe me with your hazel eyes,we have hot coffee, early morning, the sun rising from the east.I tell you, let’s slow down this day, great haste makes us forget,heavenly places… Continue reading
The darkest days.
The darkest days (Johnnie returned to Big Sur, older and grayer.) Winter of 1992 is holding on and I’m hiding out on Highway one. I brought the vodka and pineapple juice to Big… Continue reading
A miracle.
A miracle. Pale skin, hazel eyes,eloquence words we shared. You confessed small secrets,I told you some. I savored your words andwe longed and learned. To be merciful, generous.You were my miracle,I told you… Continue reading
You and me.
You and me. You and me, I want us to be in the city of lights. I want us to drink coffee in the early morning and we would roam the city till… Continue reading