The willow trees..
The willow trees…. Old poet told the girl. We must try to go back to where we were, if we can.The bright eyed girl asked with wonder, dear poet, I come to you… Continue reading
The willow trees…. Old poet told the girl. We must try to go back to where we were, if we can.The bright eyed girl asked with wonder, dear poet, I come to you… Continue reading
Miss you, need you.. I am drinking alone beautiful Jennifer. Somehow I forgot where Texas was and I am so damn lonely. I have called you at midnight, every night for a week.… Continue reading
The black night and the shadows dances….. A long time ago in the late night hours of Tubingen, Germany. You and I were wild and free. The yearly Summer festival was alive and… Continue reading
Please stay with me.. A Poem by Coyote PoetryRare times in a life we can find comfort with another. We need to hold on till the dream disappears. Please stay with me… I sipped… Continue reading
Two steps from hell… In a dark Gypsy carnival years ago. A beauty Gypsy woman told me once. You are two steps from hell. Hell is easy, seeking peace is the impossible task.… Continue reading
Folly.. Dead men don’t weep no more. Stagnant life lead to deluded ending. Pretty things can hide the hidden truth. Nothing gain-nothing lost. We can ascend and we can fall. Echoes of today… Continue reading
I knew love once.I held love once,I remember your perfect face.I ran away from you once and today.I wait for no-one.—————————— Johnnie, Johnnie.she whispered.What did you do?I love you and you are me… Continue reading
Imagine,taunting,you — Deluded love.Love captured.Love forgotten. —- Heart ruthless.Heart betrayed.A bone yard of love.Just broken glass dreams. John Castellenas/Coyote
Come live with me and be my love (Come live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove.)Christopher Marlowe The pretty young woman asked me. Is love a… Continue reading
Autumn days.. The Summer days were splendor, long days, beach days, easy day.The harmony of warm days and being sun-kissed. Blessed days.Now the nights are cooler, the school bells are calling the grandchildren.… Continue reading