My dearest love, where did you go?
My dearest love, where did you go? One I found you and you found me. We loved Monterey and we were sea-dancers. We drank the tequila by the light of the moon and… Continue reading
Tag Archive: art
The canvas of love…
The canvas of love A Poem by Coyote PoetryTrue love is real art. We must use our imagination, draw out plans. Touch with gentle movements create emotion that will expand to great beauty with… Continue reading
The echoes of yesterday..
The echoes of yesterday. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We must ensure. Today is our best day… The echoes of yesterday… I wonder do we listen to the echoes? The echoes of yesterday, I… Continue reading
She was a sea dancer..
She was a sea dancer… She was a painter, part-time poet and she was a sea dancer. She could paint the sea, she could paint the forest and she would paint the faces… Continue reading
Tattoos and a beautiful Skylar Grey song..
A Poem by Coyote Poetry On our body. On our skin, the tattoos. Each one had a tale.” Tattoos.. My pretty lady friend with tattoos on her back and legs. She asked me.… Continue reading
Jazzy Thursday poetry…
Jazzy Thursday poetry.. 1- I told her she was so damn pretty. I love those eyes of coffee brown. I had watched her dance alone. Tight black dress, strong legs and robust body… Continue reading
Poetry for dear Cheryl..
Poetry for dear Cheryl.. 1- We were leftover people and we became so damn lost. We sought each other to seek and know comfort and we didn’t know. We forgot kindness, we became… 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
The stranger song…
The stranger song.. Pretty lady asked her old lover. When did we become strangers?Once we talked, danced and sang the whole night through. Now we sit together. Your eyes had died and your… Continue reading
She used to love me a lot..
She used to love me a lot.. I saw my ancient love and she was drinking the whiskey straight, sitting alone at the Purgatory Inn in Ann Arbor. I told the waitress, send… Continue reading