The Fray. The train ride to Monterey. part two.
The Fray, the train ride to Monterey.. Part two. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Be not afraid of the Fray. The Fray take you to where you need to me. The wistful life will… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Coyote Poetry
A miracle..
A miracle.. Pale skin, hazel eyes,eloquence words we shared. You confessed small secrets,I told you some. I savored your words andwe longed and learned. To be merciful, generous.You were my miracle,I told you… Continue reading
The dance of the flowers..
Please my dear love. Let’s dance in the wild flowers fields and near the Lake St. Clair.You and I. Blessed by the moving water and the dancing branches of the leaves of the… Continue reading
Lady of the lake..
We loved the weeping willows trees by the lake, we loved the month of July and August. Once I wanted death and my lady of the lake, whispered a sweet song to me.… Continue reading
Kind people, good song and laughter..
Kind people, good song and laughter.. ( April is poetry month. This is new poem number twenty-nine.) I found Joe Ann at a strip club. Only place near Fort Hood that played my… Continue reading
Thank you for the kindness of love..
Thank you for the kindness of love.. ( April is poetry month. This is new poem number twenty-eight.) Cecelia was a Monterey beauty. More beautiful than the flowers that decorated the walkway by… Continue reading
The soldier Bacchus prayer..
( Bacchas blessing are a treasure. Drinking is the soldier pleasure, Rich the treasure, sweet the plesure. Sweet is pleasure after pain. John Dryden.) The soldier Bacchus prayer. ( April is poetry month.… Continue reading
I adored you..
I adored you I loved you near and afar. I loved your soft voice and your beautiful face. I stood near you when the night was long and we held hands and shared… Continue reading
A woman palm..
A woman palm A Poem by Coyote Poetry “The hands of a woman. Teaches love and kindness. He who treat the woman with kindness. Can stand at God feet and know he had done… Continue reading
She wore flowers in her hair..
She wore flowers in her hair.. I have descended to scattered dreams and I lost my place in life.I decide a trip was needed,I was told in Vienna.The wine was sweet and the… Continue reading