The dance….
The dance A Poem by Coyote PoetryMany kinds of opportunities for the dance. A wise person is fearless in life. If you take no chances. You won’t know what you could of done and… Continue reading
The dance A Poem by Coyote PoetryMany kinds of opportunities for the dance. A wise person is fearless in life. If you take no chances. You won’t know what you could of done and… Continue reading
Beautiful Laura sat by the sea A Poem by Coyote PoetryBeautiful places and things can’t be forgotten. Beautiful Laura sat by the sea…. I sat in a field of wildflowers.The scent of the… Continue reading
Spin the bottle A Poem by Coyote PoetryThe game of youth get used without our permission with old age. Spin the bottle… Old man sat alone.Told me. “Damn if you do. Damn if… Continue reading
Dear Julie A Poem by Coyote PoetryA letter in a sense. Dear Julie…. My merciful friend.I received your letter.I was at my worst.You kind words of love and devotion made me dream and… Continue reading
A Love letter, never send. A Poem by Coyote PoetrySometime letters are not send. Maybe fear of rejection? Or fear of being wanted? A love letter, never send…. Dear Peggy I wanted to… 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… Continue reading
Big Sur a-dreaming. A Poem by Coyote PoetryI need a trip. You are invited. Most beautiful and peaceful place. Big Sur, Ca. Big Surf a-dreaming….. A un-mark road with a small sign will lead you… Continue reading
The madness train A Poem by Coyote PoetryTime 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 things. I… Continue reading
Folly A Poem by Coyote PoetryKarma, good or bad. We will pay in three-fold. Folly…. Dead men don’t weep no more, stagnant life lead to deluded ending, Pretty things can hide the hidden truth,… Continue reading
Too late for forgiveness A Poem by Coyote PoetryA new poem finally. A sad one. If you feel death is more important then life. Please call me. Maybe I can help. Too late for… Continue reading