I remember you, I remember us.
1- Angela. I remember you. My barefoot gal who danced with the sea. Where did our days of youth go? Angela, beautiful Angela. I remember you, I remember us. 2- Dear Michigan dream,… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Coyote Poetry
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
Please tell me a story.
Please tell me a story. Lovely lady watching the sun rising from the east. Her wandering mind is dancing upon yesterday’s deeds and today possibilities. I asked her. Pretty lady, please wrap your… Continue reading
A slow dance. And a beautiful Ana Popovic outstanding song.
A slow dance. 1- Once sweet baby, we held love so tightly, you were my everything. Now we are strangers reaching out for a miracle. Maybe we need some gin and juice, some… Continue reading
The should of, the could of.
A July night memory. Once upon a time, dear Mary. I held you. Your nude body against my body and I remember the softness of your brown eyes. We were wild horses and… Continue reading
Scars, we do have. And a beautiful Alessia Cara song.
Scars, we do have. The saddest gal in Monterey asked me. You make me laugh when I want to cry, you make me smile when I want to disappear. You hold my hand,… 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. The young soldier asked Sgt.… Continue reading
The things left undone.
The thing left undone. 1- I told my children. Never leave with anger in your voice. Come to my home and we will talk. No problem cannot be fixed. We can’t undo negative… Continue reading
She was a dancer.
She was a dancer. She was a dancer and I was the Monterey Irish Pub drunk. She could paint the sea, she could paint the forest and she could paint beautiful faces and… Continue reading
I do; dear I do. Time is a cold-hearted thief.
I do; dear I do. Once I knew the sea, once I knew the mountains and once, I roamed deep into the forest. And once I knew the sweetness of true love. I… Continue reading