When love is near.
When love is near. You and I, we love the Big Sur. We wanderlust her from sea to the hidden waterfall. I loved your sly kisses at the River Inn and the long… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Coyote Poetry
The sweet Melody of love.
The sweet Melody of love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Without love. What do we become? The sweet Melody of love.. We were lovers once. Your words upon a sheet of paper saved… Continue reading
The city of lights or anywhere.
The city of lights or anywhere. We sat drinking the American whiskey in a Paris tavern where Dear Hemingway drank his whiskey. I love Paris, kind Paris hide the secrets well. Lover’s danced… Continue reading
Can’t return no-more.
(Can’t return no-more.A Poem by Coyote PoetryWords and actions can create bridges that can’t be repaired.) Can’t return no-more.. We can dwell in paradise,swim in pleasure and sweet dreams.We will believe time is… Continue reading
Did we love? Did we bleed?
Did we love? Did we bleed? Oh, la, la, l, dear love, I sang to you, I sang for us.We were whiskey nights and whiskey kisses.I loved you more than life and you… Continue reading
The sun, the moon and the stars.
The sun, the moon and the stars.——————————————She told me, pretty does, pretty do.Kind sun warmed our faces and our hearts,the moon light-up the darkness of the night andthe stars make us know.Life is… Continue reading
The kind Spring days and the warm Summer days.
Kind Springs days and the warm Summer days.. Forget me not, forget me forever.Winters cold is gone and the kind Spring days are here. The cold Winter days made me drink the vodka… Continue reading
Just a song.
Just a song… Pretty girl asked him for a dance. He saw the prettiest gal he ever seen and he told her. Would be my pleasure. She smiled and she told him. Merci… Continue reading
The sweetest gal.
The sweetest gal…. I brought the most beautiful girl near and I raised my glass to the sky in the dark tavern. I said aloud. “Drink to you, drink to me and drink… Continue reading
The willow tree.
The willow trees…. Old poet told the girl. We must try to go back to where we were, if we can.The bright eyed girl asked with wonder, dear poet, I come to you… Continue reading