The Gypsy dance…
The Gypsy dance. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good to know freedom and understand the dance of free-will and dreams. The Gypsy dance.. Late at night on the Monterey bay.If you listen well.You… Continue reading
The Gypsy dance. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good to know freedom and understand the dance of free-will and dreams. The Gypsy dance.. Late at night on the Monterey bay.If you listen well.You… Continue reading
“For April, poetry month number three..” 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… Continue reading
The waltz … We were doing a waltz upon the quiet beach. The waves were the orchestra and the wind was whispering a love song. I tossed you into a twirl and I brought her back to… Continue reading
Beautiful Laura sat by the sea A Poem by Coyote Poetry Beautiful places and things can’t be forgotten. Beautiful Laura sat by the sea… I sat in a field of wildflowers.The scent of… Continue reading
The Poet A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good to be the word man. Good for the heart and soul to release thoughts to paper and pen. The Poet… Many moons ago in the… Continue reading
The blue-eyed girl… “When you got nothing to lose.Can’t fall too far my friends.”I told a group of Poets outside the Monterey book store. A blue-eyed girl with hair of auburn stood her… Continue reading
When comes a stranger A Poem by Coyote Poetry Death comes when she desired. Death come when he desires… I was last year man. I had it all. Beautiful house and a great… Continue reading
Prettiest gal I ever known walked to the door, dead bolted the door tightly, and she whispered. Sometimes, you cannot run. ————————————————————————————- I didn’t know true love till she touched my feet. She… Continue reading
Almost to California…. My Boston girl, I found her at Fort lee, Virginia in the Winter of 1976. She was waited for a love who forsaken you. I made her drink the sweet… Continue reading
I remember you. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometimes we must return to the beginning. To find the missing person in the mirror looking back. I remember you….. The summer days were long.The splendor… Continue reading