Dark Interludes.
Dark Interludes A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Love comes when she wants. Dark Interludes.. Facts or fiction. Love will bewitch us. A old friend of many years send me a letter with kind… Continue reading
Tag Archive: California
Beautiful Marcella.
Dear Marcella. I knew I was Winter and you were the Spring kiss. You were the hurricane and I was the pond water. I wrote to dear Marcella, please give me one dance.… Continue reading
Wildflowers.
Wildflowers.. I have been laying in the cemetery of wars left and gone. Regrets dead and buried. Knowing old sins cannot be forgiven. I don’t seek forgiveness. I know you cannot be forgiven… Continue reading
Forgiveness.
Forgiveness. The man at the booth with the bible. Asked me do I needhelp? His eyes penetrated me like he could see me drowning in sin. I told him somethings in life can’t be forgiven. He… Continue reading
Let it be.
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… Continue reading
You can’t return from where you had left.
You can’t return from where you had left… A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poem from 1993 with a re-write You can’t return from where you had left…. (A Poet, is one, who… 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
Hotel California.
Hotel California… I was station in California in 1992. After the war ending, I was blessed, an old dream came true. I was living on the California coastline. I had no debt and… Continue reading
A memory, a story remembered.
A memory, a story remembered. 1- Everything In the stillness of the night,you held me, so tightly. You were my 2 am lover and my midnight dancer.Your kiss was the sweetest breathe given… Continue reading
The dream surfer.
The dream surfer… In the prettiest dreams, in the most beautiful places and the sweetest days. The dream surfer can find and again know. Once upon a midnight dream, my yearning heart sought… Continue reading