The stormy sea…
The Stormy Sea A Poem by Coyote Poetry When dreams die. We have no reason or purpose. Need to keep hope and love alive. The stormy sea… The beauty of the Monterey Bay.Leave… Continue reading
The Stormy Sea A Poem by Coyote Poetry When dreams die. We have no reason or purpose. Need to keep hope and love alive. The stormy sea… The beauty of the Monterey Bay.Leave… Continue reading
A ocean apart A Poem by Coyote PoetryWritten in April 1980. Was written, when dreams were many and I needed love. A ocean apart… You are laying heavy upon my sweet dreams and hope.I… Continue reading
Love and hate A Poem by Coyote PoetryA old poem from 1978. Youth allowed the mind to ponder without fear of failure. Love and hate… Sitting by the Monterey bay alone.Thinking about a… Continue reading
Love and hate A Poem by Coyote PoetryI wrote this back inn 1993. Young woman wanted everything and nothing. I told her life is long and hard. We must try to be kind. … Continue reading
Wasted words and lonely nights. A Poem by Coyote PoetryThe lessons of love are taught to harden or soften the heart. Wasted words and lonely nights… I found her sitting alone in the corner of… Continue reading
Thank you for the dance… Once, by the sea. We confessed love to each other and to the Pacific ocean. Once, we danced. Danced for the moon and for the stars above.… Continue reading
Open the door my dear lover…. I told the bartender at the Downtown Austin tavern, I was born sick. My mind twisted and wrong. I was born poor and now I have enough.… Continue reading
Love don’t live here no-more…. Us, living in a liar’s grave.We can’t see no-more.Once we spoke love words, we listen, we pay attention.Now we are laying in a shallow grave.Waiting for someone to be… Continue reading
Come away with me A Poem by Coyote PoetryLove need quiet, love need reminders. Come away with me…. We loved the cigarettes, the Johnnie Walker and the good songs. You were North Dakota born,… Continue reading
December morning… The days of December are here. Kind earth is resting and we must become Winter people. The fire are burning and grandfathers must become the story tellers. He must entice the… Continue reading