Sleepless nights.
Sleepless nights. You and me, me and you. We love the Jazzy songs, slow dancing bare ass for the midnight moon and making love till noon. You are my coffee mornings, my Lone… Continue reading
Sleepless nights. You and me, me and you. We love the Jazzy songs, slow dancing bare ass for the midnight moon and making love till noon. You are my coffee mornings, my Lone… Continue reading
Highway poetry-short poemsA Poem by Coyote PoetryJust words Wander or slowly die. She was so beautiful.She moved like a wild and free animal.I knew she was untamed and lusted for the free highway.I… Continue reading
Parable of Celia. She sat alone by the peaceful lake. Her pale legs and bare feet being sun-kissed by the late Spring sun. She was wearing a sundress of white showing soft and… Continue reading
The sea is near “We poets in our youth begin with gladness; But thereoff in the end despondency and madness”- Wordsworth “Soldier, rest! thy warfare o’ver, Dream of fighting fields no more: sleep… Continue reading
We lie, we died and we still wanted you…. We lay in a bed of mercy, you and I, we bleed-out all the kindness we once knew. You told me often, my soldier,… Continue reading
Paris, London, Basel or Barcelona. We were wanderlust, whiskey kisses and sleeping till noon. We loved clotheless mornings and afternoon meals. We loved loud music, and we loved the sea. I would tell… Continue reading
Ojibwa Grandmother chant A Poem by Coyote Poetry “I lost my Ojibwa Grandmother in 1981. I tried to be like her. Children must know freedom and not be afraid of life.” Ojibwa Grandmother… Continue reading
(Thank you Maria Kreyn for photo from Tumblr) The embrace. You allowed me to fall softly into your arms. I smell the softness of perfume of the spring flowers. We do not speak… Continue reading
(No place is safe. But cannot know fear. We must show the world. Freedom lived and good people will not falter. Pray for the people and the family of the city of Paris.… Continue reading
Coffee, you and the sun. The kind sun rest upon your tender skin. The warm coffee and deep thoughts leave me wishing. To know what you hide beneath those perfect eyes. Coffee, you… Continue reading