If it be your will.
If It Be Your Will A Poem by Coyote Poetry “You don’t find love. Love finds you.” If it be your will. I saw her sitting alone with a small child. Pretty auburn hair… Continue reading
Tag Archive: California
Keep you safe.
Keep you safe. I remember the day you saved me.Your gentle eyes of hazel green saw me andyou caressed my face with your soft hands, and you whispered.Been too long dear Johnnie and… Continue reading
The wicked games, we play.
The wicked games, we play… 1- We stole kisses, we said so many words of lies.We loved the wicked game.We adored our naked nights, where we shared sin and gin.We love the darkest… Continue reading
San Francisco.
San Francisco A Poem by Coyote Poetry A wild and fun city. The people were kind and the city was safe for people seeking good drink and a good time. I found this poem… Continue reading
Let it be.
Old man sitting alone. Sitting on the cliffs of Pacific Grove. You can see the Pacific Ocean forever. Miles of the beautiful and powerful sea. He write words into a black notebook. Secret… Continue reading
She was a dancer..
She was a dancer… She was a dancer and I was the Monterey Irish Pub drunk. She could paint the sea, she could paint the forest and she could paint beautiful faces and… Continue reading
The lucky or the crazy.
The lucky or the crazy. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I lived on the coastline of California for three years. No better place to be. The lucky or the crazy. We danced by… Continue reading
The lullaby.
The lullaby. The old poet sang a lullaby to the sea.A lullaby, a sensual woman whispered to me once on a warm Spring Day.“Come live with me and be my lover.I will be… Continue reading
You can’t always get what you want.
You can’t always get what you want. Johnnie and Susanna were singing the Roller Stone song.” You can’t always get what you want, but sometimes we get what we need.” Me and Suzanna… 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