I called your name..
I called your name.. Beautiful lady is weeping for me. I departed for unknown destination. I didn’t know. First tears will take us to weight-full memories and places amidst lonely descended wants and… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Coyote Poetry
We are just bones/ flesh and blood waiting to be turn to dust..
We are just bones/flesh and blood waiting to be turn to dust. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Why do we live? I believe a wise person lived celebrating every new born day. We… Continue reading
You are so beautiful..
You are so beautiful.. The paradox of life. We will know more sadness than happiness. Poor Lucy sat alone hugging her Black Velvet whiskey and cussing at her world. I went to her… Continue reading
Please come to me on a Summer day..
Please come to me on a Summer day… The prettiest gal in Texas told me. Please come to me on a Summer day. We can drink the Summer wine and we can dance… Continue reading
Been awhile my friend..
Been awhile my friend… I visit my good friend, the ground was cold and I brought his favorite beer. I take one Budweiser and I leave the five remainders on his grave. I… Continue reading
Hemingway whiskey…
Hemingway whiskey.. ( April is poetry month. Poem number eighteen.) Old man wrote into his journal, My secrets, my sins, my indiscreet deeds. Will never be written or spoken aloud. They would die… Continue reading
Once upon a Summer day. And a amazing song.
Once upon a Summer day.. ( April is poetry month. Poem number seventeen.) She was the kindest and pretties gal in Monterey. I called her, my lady of the sea. She called me,… Continue reading
The sea.. And a beautiful Gabriella song.
The sea. (New poem sixteen for April. The poetry month.) The old poet told the young poets, old ladies and the kids. 1- Bit by bit, piece by piece. We are create puzzles… Continue reading
The storm..
The storm A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love can break you down and leave you empty and alone. The storm.. Love can be like a gentle rain. It can be like a thunderstorm to… Continue reading
Art and words..
Art and words A Poem by Coyote Poetry Art is poetry for the eyes. Art and words.. In ancient China. They believed there was a affinity between painting and poetry.The true masters of… Continue reading