Lilac wine. And a lovely Sophia song.
Lilac wine Pretty pictures are left now and now you are gone. I sit by the lilac trees and I’m smelling the lavender in the air.You were my Spring love, my Summer delight.… Continue reading
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She is still in my sweet dreams.
She is still in my sweet dreams. (I knew life was unfair. Few times in a life you meet someone.Who set your soul afire. Wisdom brought me the knowledge.Some woman can’t be held prisoner.… Continue reading
Resembled love.
Resembled love A Poem by Coyote Poetry True love is rare and hard to find. Resembled love. Pretty as a perfect picture and she gave me sly smile and a wink.I was weary… Continue reading
I serenaded to the paragon of beauty.
serenaded to the paragon of beauty. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We were shadows dancing upon the beach. Safe from the peril of real life I serenaded to the paragon of beauty. On… Continue reading
A woman, like you.
A woman, like you. Me and my sweet love sat on a bench at the Monterey pier on a warm Winter Day in 1992.I held her tightly and I whispered softly into her… Continue reading
Poesy.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Thank you, Dryden for your poetry. Gave me reason to write today.” Poesy. (For Dryden) True Poets dodge the falseness of fame.They allow praise to fall from their… Continue reading
Wild horses and a lovely Bishop Briggs song.
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
The sea dancer.
The sea 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 beautiful… Continue reading
Dear Angela.
Angela A Poem by Coyote Poetry We can fall so low and deep. Need someone to pull us up to see daylight. Angela. Her beauty had lessened with time.The circle of darkness surrounded… Continue reading
The blue-eyed girl.
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 bookstore. A blue-eyed girl with hair of auburn stood her ground.Told… Continue reading