Blessed be the lovers
Blessed be the lovers Sweet bliss of the sweet kiss. Kind lovers rejoice in the tender touch of skin to soft skin. Where lovers roam into wild and dangerous places. Fugitives for the… Continue reading
Blessed be the lovers Sweet bliss of the sweet kiss. Kind lovers rejoice in the tender touch of skin to soft skin. Where lovers roam into wild and dangerous places. Fugitives for the… Continue reading
Sins of our father’s. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We can learn kindness from living and seeing hate and violence. Father’s eyes and anger Is my Father’s eyes and anger. Are they… Continue reading
The raging emotions A Poem by Coyote Poetry A poem for love and my favorite place. Raging emotion Long talks and strong coffee at the Monterey coffee shop. Bring lovers of the… Continue reading
Drink of me my dear lover A Story by Coyote Poetry More Texas story. Drink of me my dear lover I loved the Austin Texas nights. Alive and vibrant with people and… Continue reading
Blue eyes A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. A re-write written in 1984. Blue eyes A blue eyes angel is crying for me. Once we held, love was life. Life was… Continue reading
coyotepoetrebloggeduna-lady-italiana(Thank you Tumblr) coyotepoet Light and the darkness You told me. “The black heart, too dark and cold for love. Is just barren soil. Nothing can live in soil swimming in the… Continue reading
My earth, our earth.-A prayer A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. My earth, our earth–A prayer Dear Goddess of the morning sun. Thank you for the splendor of the new day. Thank… Continue reading
She was a diamond A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need to be thankful when we hold something precious in our hands. She was a Diamond 20 Nov. 1994 The drunk man toasted… Continue reading
Dear Annabelle A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Dear Annabelle Dear Annabelle. I have lived and died for love. I have learn to accept less and I became the street poet.I… Continue reading
Coffee shop conversation A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good coffee and a chess game is what life need to be. I miss the days of good conversation and chess games. Coffee… Continue reading