A wild bird.
A wild bird. I saw the fear in her eyes andshe told me that I love you,I need you. But I’m afraid.Afraid of losing myself in an emotionwhere I won’t be able to… Continue reading
Tag Archive: California
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From Monterey coastline to Big Sur.
The Monterey coastline to Big Sur. From Monterey to Big Sur. The free sea is for us to see. A place to learn to dream and swim in the beauty of the Pacific… Continue reading
You were my Tijana Radeska and I was your Doc Holliday.
You were my Tijana Radeska and I was your Doc Holliday. We loved to argue; we love to wrestle till we fell into secret kisses near the Lake St. Clair. You were so… Continue reading
The waltz.
The Waltz A Poem by Coyote PoetryThe ocean and love create emotions and passion that stay with us forever.” The waltz (Was publish in small press, many moon ago.) We were doing a waltz… Continue reading
The Coyote song, lest we forget.
Lest we forget. Lately the days have become slower and I want less. Once the wild Coyote ran and ran till he found some pleasure, some laughter and a safe place to rest.… Continue reading
Fabiola.
Fabiola.. (Now nothing remains the same) Your name came to me late in the midnight hour, brought back the canvas of your perfect body, your kind smile and your beautiful face. Your name,… Continue reading
Coffee shop conversation.
Coffee shop conversation A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Good coffee and a chess game is what life need to be. I miss the days of good conversation and chess games.” Coffee shop conversation.… Continue reading
My siren.
My siren A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Sometimes we need beauty and mystery to keep our hope alive.” My Siren. The cold days of winter leave me longing and yearning for the hot days of… Continue reading
Love is, just another four-letter word.
Love is, just another four-letter word. A Poem by Coyote Poetry The word, Love is. Just another four-letter word. She was so tire of the useless words spoken to her. Now she sought the… Continue reading
Monterey, California.
Monterey, California. I wrote down on a napkin at the Pier in Monterey. You can’t go back, and you can’t kill the memories. I was young once and I loved the sea, I loved… Continue reading