Tag Archive: Coyote Poetry

Lady midnight….

Lady midnight… (For Joan, her amazing words awoke my sleeping mind.) I found you again my dear lady midnight. Too much whiskey, too much loneliness and you are looking so sweet, in your… Continue reading →

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I lift my eyes….

I lift my eyes A Poem by Coyote Poetry “We need to open our eyes and find the good in each day.”                                 I lift my eyes…. Barren cold and heartless world.Fear had tarnish… Continue reading →

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Johnnie Coyote verbal poetry…

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At midnight….

At midnight… I called her at Midnight hour and I told her. Dear Jenny, I remember you and I remember us. I love you still and forget me not. Jenny is crying and… Continue reading →

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Goodbye my lover and a Gabriella song.

Goodbye my lover…  I walked to my lover with the liar’s moon above. It was a warm German Fall night. I walked 20 miles to get to her. I went to say goodbye.… Continue reading →

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Cherry wine…

Cherry wine… Once my life was better. I had yearly family reunions, kind voices to give me strength and I could accomplish anything. I didn’t know. Life is ever-changing. Today my folly, today… Continue reading →

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The sparkles in your eyes….

The sparkles in your eyes A Poem by Coyote PoetryOld memories and places. Written a long time ago.                  The sparkles in your eyes…. I remember when the sparkles in your eyes could light… Continue reading →

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What do we have left?

What do we have left? A Poem by Coyote PoetryIs our memories, leftover bitter wine or the poet’s weath?                               What do we have left?… (Take away love, and Earth is our tomb.)                         Robert… Continue reading →

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I love you more…

I love you more… Once I was alone, now with you near, the sky is more bluer, the moon is more brighter, I know how to smile again, I know how to laugh… Continue reading →

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Idyllic…

Idyllic A Poem by Coyote PoetryPoetry for the book I am writing, the island.                            Idyllic…. We shall know never-more, we shall… Continue reading →

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