The Coyote song.
he Coyote song, lest we forget…. Lately the days have become slower and I want less. Once the wild Coyote ran and ran till he found some pleasure, some laughter and a safe… Continue reading
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Fall sweet honey.
Fall sweet honey… Beautiful as the rising Summer sun,sweet and kind like the fresh Fall sweet honey.She told me, if you want me.Must leave your tomb and find me.A divided heart will die… Continue reading
The September song.
September song. Tonight the skies wept, the moon wept with me. I am living near Lake St. Clair now and I dreamed of the Pacific ocean. I dreamed of the Texas highway 35.… Continue reading
September.
September… I have always enjoys the days of Fall. The Summer days become memories and our wandering spirit began to slow down for the days of September.I love watching the trees in the… Continue reading
The untold story.
The untold story.. I have worn a necklace of pig skin rope and white crystal for 35 years. My most prize thing I keep now, upon my neck. Once a celestial beauty, we… Continue reading
Monkey’s paw. Everything we want, shall cost something.
Monkey’s paw.. A Story by Coyote Poetry Part of old version and a modern version. Be careful what you wish for. Everything cost something. … Continue reading
The wild roses.
The wild roses. The old drunk Poet told me. Johnnie, wild roses are supported to be free and wild.Things, that are too beautiful to touch will make us yearn and need till we… Continue reading
We need easy days and kind evenings my love.
We need easy days and kind evenings my love.. My pretty lady, my life, my love.The world is hard and we need to be sweet to each other.Too many naysayers and not enough… Continue reading
The pretty flower near the sea.
The pretty flower near the sea. A Poem by Coyote Poetry For a Monterey, Ca. friend. The pretty flower near the sea… I was station at Fort Ord for three years from December 1991… Continue reading
A goodbye kiss.
A goodbye kiss.. 1- I have forgotten more than I can remember. I do remember a blond hair girl who told me in 1977. I am you girl and please never forget me.… Continue reading