The dance…
The dance A Poem by Coyote Poetry Many kinds of opportunities for the dance. A wise person is fearless in life. If you take no chances. You won’t know what you could of done… Continue reading
The dance A Poem by Coyote Poetry Many kinds of opportunities for the dance. A wise person is fearless in life. If you take no chances. You won’t know what you could of done… Continue reading
Jazzy Thursday poetry.. 1- I told her she was so damn pretty. I love her eyes of coffee brown. I had watched her dance alone. Tight black dress, strong legs and robust body… Continue reading
Hemingway table.. I found Hemingway table in Paris, in the Spring of 1978. I found Hemingway table in Monterey, California in 1992. I searched Central and South America for three years, seeking the… Continue reading
Bad behavior.. Loveliest lady in Port Austin. She waited for no-one on the long pier into Lake Huron. I adored her auburn hair and her wild hazel eyes. She would find me sitting… Continue reading
What is love? A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need the kindness of love near. What is love?… What is love? Love is the plant of peace. The place where the heart can glow.… Continue reading
Reflections A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words have great power. Use them well… Reflection.. Writers and Poets write reflections like a painter uses his gentle strokes to create permanent images of lingering memories.… Continue reading
Beautiful stranger.. Sitting alone in the corner in a piano bar bar in Austin, Texas.Reflecting on things lost on the road. Strangers are around me.Whispering secret to their lovers.Under the dim lights.Where words are twisted to revive passion… Continue reading
Do you know me? Pretty girl sat by the motel window. She is watching the ocean and the coming storm from the western sea. She is drinking coffee and waiting for a reason… Continue reading
Morning glory A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good to open your eyes and see the glory of the new day and beauty near. Morning glory.. The smell of fresh coffee and pancakes cooking… Continue reading
I remember you.. The summer days were long andthe splendor of the blue skies and the bright sun.Beckon us to the sea. The heat of hot days.Thaw our cold hearts.The beauty of Monterey… Continue reading