The canvas of love.
The canvas of love A Poem by Coyote Poetry True love is real art. We must use our imagination, draw out plans. Touch with gentle movements create emotion that will expand to great beauty… Continue reading
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The madness train..
The madness train A Poem by Coyote Poetry Time to know what real pleasure is. Before it is too late. The Madness train.. I’m twisted up. Hogties to bullshit. I’m strangled with useless… Continue reading
Tattoos.
Tattoos..A Poem by Coyote PoetryOld stories become better with time. Tattoos.. My pretty lady friend with tattoos on her back and legs. She asked me, do you like my tattoos? I smiled and… Continue reading
Art and words..
Art and words A Poem by Coyote Poetry Art is poetry for the eyes. Art and words.. In ancient China. They believed there was a affinity between painting and poetry.The true masters of… Continue reading
The pretty flower near the sea..
The pretty flower near the sea. A Poem by Coyote Poetry For a Monterey, Ca. friend. The pretty flower near the sea… I was station at Fort Ord for three years from December 1991… Continue reading
What is ugly? What is beautiful?
What is ugly? What is beautiful? He watched the pretty artist on the Monterey pier. He brought her coffee and a salad. He sat and he wrote words for no-one. “What is ugly?… Continue reading
Beautiful portraits..
Beautiful portraits… I drew with my pen, beautiful places and beautiful faces to paper. I keep alive kind memories, I keep alive the memories of the ancient cities, I once saw. I create… Continue reading
Dear Andrea..
Dear Andrea… I remembered dear Andrea. A lovely Michigan gal, once was kind to my young heart. I wrote into a notebook. “Time has pass us by, old wounds don’t hurt so badly.… Continue reading
Open doors, dead poets and her bare feet..
1- Open doors.. Open the shades wide.Lite the incense candles of lavender and sweet wild flowers.Don’t be afraid of the dark and lonely nights.We are just flesh and bones.Needing to dance into the… Continue reading
Dear Cheryl prayed to the star and for the crying night moon.
Dear Cheryl prayed to the stars and for the crying night moon… (For a kind woman, I once knew. We met at the wrong time. She died alone in Reno.) Once a beautiful… Continue reading