Wild horses and some mini-poetry.
Wild horses.. 1- She as a blooming flower of nineteen, her eyes filled with the glittering of never-ending madness. She wanted ancient cities and aged wines. She wanted to learn the tango and … Continue reading
Wild horses.. 1- She as a blooming flower of nineteen, her eyes filled with the glittering of never-ending madness. She wanted ancient cities and aged wines. She wanted to learn the tango and … Continue reading
Dear California.. Do you remember me?I do remember you. I am jealous of the sun,the lucky sun falls into the California sea. I remember when I suicided boarded the Pacific.I loved the Winter… Continue reading
Old soldier… A Story by Coyote Poetry Only Soldiers understand what another soldier had saw and felt. Strangers to war and violence cannot understand. When you are near death for too long. You appreciate… Continue reading
I remember you.. The summer days were long andthe splendor of the blue skies and the bright sun.Beckon us to the sea. The heat of hot days.Thaw our cold hearts.The beauty of Monterey… Continue reading
No love, no glory… ( April is poetry month. Poem number fifteen.) 1- Can’t take my eyes off you.. I do not want to escape you eyes and I need your hands in… Continue reading
Come home with me.. ( April is poetry month. Poem number fourteen.) Was Tuesday and I led the poetry reading at the Monterey coffee shop. Was a good night and we read, we… Continue reading
Calling dear Michigan… Dear Jenny, just leaving a message. I haven’t forgot you my sweetie. I am sorry I joined a war to escape Michigan. I wanted death and I was so tire.… Continue reading
( April is poetry month. Poem number thirteen.) I saw the sun in your eyes.. ( You let me love you. I knew I was blessed.) I long for you when you are… Continue reading
( April is poetry month. This was never published. Written in 2017. Poem number eight for April. Yearning eyes.. A beautiful and sacred morning led me to you. You were California beautiful and… Continue reading
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… Continue reading