The lost and found…
The lost and found A Poem by Coyote Poetry When love is misplaced. hard to find again. The lost and found… I loved the Monterey nights. I would walk from Fort Ord, California… Continue reading
The lost and found A Poem by Coyote Poetry When love is misplaced. hard to find again. The lost and found… I loved the Monterey nights. I would walk from Fort Ord, California… Continue reading
We are born to live… The Monterey dark poet loved the street artist. Male or female, who can create with their hands. Everlasting beautiful artwork, beautiful things for the world to observe. He… Continue reading
We must be, like a river… (“Bacchus wine are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier pleasure; Rich the pleasure, sweet the pleasure, sweet is the pleasure after pain.” —-John Dryden) I told the… Continue reading
Katie do, Katie does A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good to be fearless and touch dreams. Katie do, Katie does.. Beautiful as the rising Summer sun.Sweet and kind like the fresh Fall sweet… Continue reading
Turn! turn! turn!… The old poet sang a lullaby.Sensual woman whispered to me once.Come live with me and be my lover.I will be your salvation and you will be my rock to keep… Continue reading
The dance…Love is a wild dance.Make us hold on tightly deep into the midnight hour.Holding the embrace and honoring the sweet kiss.The breaking dawn begin to create separation.The once perfect dance because distance… Continue reading
The Raven and the Coyote A Story by Coyote Poetry A story. Some of my Ojibwa heritage coming out. The Raven and the Coyote… The Raven watched the moon. Her interest awoken by… Continue reading
The brown eyes girl… I fell in love with the brown eyes girl.Her lips of sweet honey and smile that can light up my day. She dances with her children.Making me jealous of… Continue reading
Two steps from hell… In a dark Gypsy carnival years ago. A beauty Gypsy woman told me once. You are two steps from hell. Hell is easy, seeking peace is the impossible task.… Continue reading
You can’t run from yourself… I thought I had chameleon skin. My face could change with the weather, the continent. Once a blushing beauty told me. You are so handsome. Please show me… Continue reading