So beautiful…
So beautiful A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poetry. Good dreams. So Beautiful… (Written 6 April 1980) As beautiful as a early morning sunrise. As bright as a full moon that light up a… Continue reading
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Thank you…
Thank you.. Thank you kind friends for reading my work. Life is many seasons and we must bend like the Willow tree. Be flexible to the storms of life. We need more friends,… Continue reading
Catch the wind…
Catch the wind.. Please kind lady, please lay with me.Allow the night to cover us with the warmth of love embrace.We were strangers till we learned.We had the same dreams, we were alone… Continue reading
She was a Spring day and I was a Winter storm…
She was a Spring day and I was a winter storm… She words a pendant of tourmaline on her neck and she never wore shoes. She adored the sea and she loved watching… Continue reading
One, two, three, four. Do we begin again?
One, two, three, four. Do we begin again? 1- Did I find you? Or did you entrapped me?Am I the captive or the guard?One, two, three, four. Did we dance?Prey or predator, we… Continue reading
Hemingway table…
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
I am going to build me a heaven of my own…
I’m going to build me a heaven of my own.. It was a majesty night and the music was so damn good. I have money for the Scottish whiskey and the night was… Continue reading
Sometimes it snows in April..
Sometimes it snows in April… 1- Was a warm April day and she left him, feeling breathless.Her wild eyes and her thousand dreams, he adored.The fire in her voice, made him follow her… Continue reading
Blushing beauty stole my heart…
Blushing beauty stole my heart… The drunk poet, he loved the noisy Austin taverns. He liked the people who had fallen and they liked silence over worthless words. The sameness of faces made… Continue reading
What is poetry?
What is poetry? I was asked her. What is poetry? I told her, poetry is everything. Poetry is the description of the first kiss, the first dance. Poetry suppose make us laugh out… Continue reading