She is free….
She is free… —————————————————————————————– She found me at the Pacific and she taught me how to dance with the sea, she taught me to love Irish coffee and she taught me. love should… Continue reading
She is free… —————————————————————————————– She found me at the Pacific and she taught me how to dance with the sea, she taught me to love Irish coffee and she taught me. love should… Continue reading
Love you more… 1- The moonlight kissed her skin and the stars adored her barefoot and barely cloth body. She danced with the ocean and she sang to the goddess of the sea.… Continue reading
The poison and the whiskey… Some mini-poetry… 1- A empty dress alone on the floor and a pretty flower dances nude for the moon and the stars on the patio. She whispered to… Continue reading
Dance me to the end of love… 1- We shall pay the midnight toll, where the sin, the gin and the skin always needs more. Where strangers begin friends, where friends become strangers.… Continue reading
The mystic dancer… Was a perfect day, Lake St. Clair was dancing and the sun, sun-kissed my face. The grandchildren were enjoying the water and I sat reading my Jack London’s book “When… Continue reading
We are, what we leave behind…. I remember the most beautiful woman I have ever known. She was a Ojibwa woman who lost everything and she kept her human emotions of kindness and… Continue reading
Love conquered all A Poem by Coyote Poetry Must know love and kindness to know joy and happiness. Love conquered all Lovers drowning in the amorous of sweet kiss, long embrace andthe long dances… Continue reading
Mend and alter A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is hard. Needs time to heal and to be reborn again. Mend and alterLife is simple my friends.There is consequences for every action and… Continue reading
Just men… A large Russian man came to me. He gave me a hug. Told me. “We will drink together.We drink my country drink. He ordered a double shot of vodka for the… Continue reading
Sweet pleasure and rare delight. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some memories become sweeter with time. Sweet pleasure and rare delights… Sweet pleasure, rare delights.Some dreams should not be touched.They burn the heart till… Continue reading