The waltz..
The Waltz A Poem by Coyote PoetryThe ocean and love create emotions and passion that stay with us forever.” The waltz (Was publish in small press, many moon ago.) We were doing a waltz… Continue reading
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I will drink and I will recite some wild thoughts for you..
I will drink and I will recite some wild thoughts for you… I met Bukowski once and I learn. Like my mentor, I drink and I will recite some wild thoughts for you.… Continue reading
Lake St. Clair thoughts..
On paper, with good pen and good song. I remember silky voice, pale skin and the most beautiful face I ever seen. We prayed and we starved for love in the Spring of… Continue reading
Lullaby..
Lullaby… Did we lie? Did we love? Did we forget? ——————————————————– Once love inferno, became water down love. Our warm bed, became cold. ———————————————————- I sang lullaby of forever once upon a time,… Continue reading
The brown eyes girl..
The brown eyes girl A Poem by Coyote PoetrySome woman make you wish you were young and free again. They bring to life the desire for you to want to be wild and crazy… Continue reading
My Wednesday prayer..
Peace will come, even if, only by one. Old man sat by the sea. He whispered a prayer, an old prayer repeated often in his lifetime. “Please God of the sea, please god… Continue reading
My Port Austin prayer..
Port Austin, in the thumb of Michigan. Touched by Lake Huron. A gathering for the people who love the lakes and the privacy of the small city and the kind people. Few permanent… Continue reading
We shall live, we shall know tears..
We shall live, we shall know tears and laughter.. Hello dear May, the cold Winter is gone and Spring had sprung.I am far-away from where I belong.Once, Spring was the days of rebirth… Continue reading
Tattoos..
Tattoos…. The pretty lady had many tattoos on her skin and she allowed few to see them. I told her. I own four tattoos and each one with a story. I believe if… Continue reading
You are my poetry..
You are my poetry… Forlorn love, treasured memories. You used to read poetry to me by the candle light. You were my heavenly voice, sweet songs when life became too hard. Once we… Continue reading