The Gypsy dance…
The Gypsy dance. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good to know freedom and understand the dance of free-will and dreams. The Gypsy dance.. Late at night on the Monterey bay.If you listen well.You… Continue reading
The Gypsy dance. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good to know freedom and understand the dance of free-will and dreams. The Gypsy dance.. Late at night on the Monterey bay.If you listen well.You… Continue reading
We didn’t know… I didn’t know… — I called Sheena in Scotland in the Winter of 1980 and I told her. Beautiful Sheena, I miss you so and I am so sorry. She… Continue reading
Midnight rendezvous… Kind woman are gifts to wise men. A wise Poet wrote “To see a nude beautiful woman is morewonderful then to see a thousand artistic painting.” My old heart and… 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… Continue reading
The madness train A Poem by Coyote Poetry Time to know what real pleasure is. Before it is too late. The Madness train… I’m twisted up. Hogties to bullshit. I’m strangled with useless… Continue reading
Love and hate… Sitting by the Monterey bay alone.Thinking about a missed woman.I made a wish.It wasn’t the first star,but I made the wish anyway. Stars so very bright, so many I can’t… Continue reading
Heaven and hell A Story by Coyote Poetry Disappointment in love are lessons to prepare us for true love. Heaven and hell… “We can die of fear and our heart be filled with… Continue reading
“For April, poetry month number three..” My dearest love, where did you go? One I found you and you found me. We loved Monterey and we were sea-dancers. We drank the tequila by… Continue reading
Beautiful Scottish eyes A Poem by Coyote Poetry For April, the poetry month number two… Beautiful Scottish eyes… Once I found the prettiest girl in the world. I fell into her eyes and she… Continue reading
The waltz of the flower… A Poem by Coyote Poetry For April, the poetry month number one. The waltz of the flowers…. “He prayeth best, who loveth… Continue reading