I can’t help it…
I can’t help it A Poem by Coyote Poetry I figure out the 500 poems I found. I believe my father’s first wife wrote down the words for my father of the old songs… Continue reading
I can’t help it A Poem by Coyote Poetry I figure out the 500 poems I found. I believe my father’s first wife wrote down the words for my father of the old songs… Continue reading
You are my Spring blessing.. Loveliest girl in my world, she drank her morning coffee and her tan bare feet moving with the morning song of the birds and the nearby sea. The… Continue reading
Maybe Bukowski? A Poem by Coyote Poetry Years ago. I met Bukowski in California. I didn’t know who he was, at the time. He read my work and he told me. Good stuff and… Continue reading
I saw the sun in your eyes.. You and I, we are dancing by the Monterey Bay, I am singing words of love for you. You asked me, Johnnie, why did you save… Continue reading