The cold night whispered..
The cold night whispered.. The April rain hid my tears and I walked alone. Once great love turn indifferent and our love true turn to fathom dreams. We spoke careless words, maybe true,… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Coyote Poetry
Riders on the storm. We are.
I am the riders on the storm… “Bad dream again, confusion blasting my thoughts and I am fighting in the chaos of my dreams. I ask the night. Why is my world falling… Continue reading
Mother and child..
Mother and child.. (Written in a coffee shop in 1991 in Monterey.) I touched her tummy, I listened to the heartbeat with my ear to her stomach. I loved the joy in her… Continue reading
My wildest dreams..
My wildest dreams (Written in March 1980) Time had passed, old wounds are healed. The sorrow, the wounds doesn’t bleed no-more. Now the time, to be brave, to learn to live again. Find… Continue reading
Unforgettable.. And a amazing Nat King Cole song.
Unforgettable.. I found you waiting. Holding flowers of blue. I watched you pondering life and possibility. Your eyes rose up and you asked me. Was I okay? I told you. I create an… Continue reading
Her beauty had not blinded me..
Her beauty has not blinded me.. She roamed like a old tom cat.Wearing her black clothing like a mask. She tied her hair up into a tight knot.She don’t look boyish. Her dress… Continue reading
Sweet pleasures and rare delights..
Sweet pleasure and rare delights.. Sweet pleasure, rare delights.Some dreams should not be touched.They burn the heart till death allows you to escape. Beautiful woman dance in my memory.Sweet gifts from tender hearts… Continue reading
If I was the king of the forest..
If I was the King of the Forest… American Soldiers drinking with boisterous and loud German women and men in a guesthouse.Celebrating the May festival in Stuttgart in 1978. Drinking the cognac and good beer.One of the German men… Continue reading
Come away with me..
Come away with me A Poem by Coyote PoetryWe all, need a grand adventure.. Come away with me…. We loved the cigarettes, the Johnnie Walker and the good songs. You were North Dakota born,… Continue reading
Beautiful Beatrice Marcella sat by the sea..
Beautiful Beatrice Marcella sat by the sea A Poem by Coyote PoetryBeautiful places and things can’t be forgotten. Beautiful Beatrice Marcella sat by the sea.. I sat in a field of wildflowers.The scent… Continue reading