Was just a kiss. Tuesday afternoon poetry.
Tuesday afternoon poetry. 1- Was just a kiss, was just a sweet memory. Maybe was the sweetest kiss? 2- Was just a Summer day, was a day of the sea and the dance.… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Coyote Poetry
A Michigan sky above us.
1- Once a pretty Iron Mountain girl, we tasted love kiss, did slow dances for the moon and we reached for the midnight stars. She was a lovely wish, never forgotten. 2- I… Continue reading
Lovely Veronica.
Lovely Veronica. The prettiest poet in Monterey read her work to us at the Monterey Coffee house. “Hello love, hello kind friend. In your eyes, you make me feel so worthwhile and so… Continue reading
Just a slow dance. And a lovely Ana Popovic song.
Just a slow dance. 1- We found the dancefloor and she gave me, eyes piercing glances. She looked deeply into my eyes and she whispered. Us, Scottish girls believe love is forever. Tonight… Continue reading
The maiden of Summer.
The maiden of Summer. Was a beautiful late June day and I walking in the early morning in the lake St. Clair. My bare feet enjoyed the coldness of the morning lake. The… Continue reading
A penny for your thoughts and an outstanding Nick Cave song.
A penny for your thoughts. 1- Once a pretty Michigan girl told me. A penny for your thoughts, thank you for remembering my name, thank you for holding my hands and thank you… Continue reading
The parable of the flower and the lovelorn man.
The parable of the flowers and the lovelorn man. She was a perfect beauty. She danced nightly on a stage in Killeen, Texas. I went nightly and I waited for my tainted beauty… Continue reading
Beautiful faces and passionate kisses.
Beautiful faces and passionate kisses. When the night is long and sleep is far away.Sweet faces appeared to awake dead passion and re-birth ghosts lost in the sea of memories.Regret is plenty for… Continue reading
Sanctuaries of the sweet kiss and the embrace.
Sanctuaries of the sweet kiss and the embrace. A Poem by Coyote Poetry” Best days of a life. When love is being born. “Sanctuaries of the sweet kiss and embrace…. My beautiful enchantress.… Continue reading
Windmills of the mind.
Windmills of your mind. Grandfather told me often, life move quickly, make the good day last longer and forget the bad days. Now old age is upon me, the windmills of my mind,… Continue reading