If I could, I would.
If I could, I would. First words and last words, we cannot forget. If I could, I would go back in time, spend more time with dear grandmother. She called me honey, dear… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Coyote Poetry
Dear Cheryl, beautiful Cheryl. I remember you.
Dear Cheryl, beautiful Cheryl. I remember you. We were the lonely people; we learn to accept less. You came to me in the dark taverns, begged for a dance. I saw a million… Continue reading
Lady green, lady blue. A wonderful song.
Lady green, lady blue. Lady green, lady blue, lady sweet. Please allow me to watch you dance with the Pacific. Please allow me to waltz with you with the Summer moon above. Allow… Continue reading
Powerful song and a poem. July never stayed.
July never stayed. I found you on a Mayday. Was a warm Spring Day and I never saw anyone so beautiful. We were young and so brave. We drank the German wine, and… Continue reading
The rising sun.
The rising sun I sat in the New Orleans in 1996 in a old rustic tavern on main street. I liked New Orleans, hard time and hard days couldn’t kill her spirit. I… Continue reading
If I had magic.
If I had magic Johnnie walked the California Fault line alone. Looking for an ancient and holy place.The desert mountain hard and her natural beauty.Perfect place to hide wishing wells and to burn… Continue reading
An empty bottle.
An empty bottle. My whiskey dreams, my last grasp at love or the emptiness at the end of the empty bottle. The broken pieces of my life laid shattered. Once sweet songs had… Continue reading
Words.
Words A Poem by Coyote Poetry Do words have value? Words. Once I was the talker, the jokester, the man who laughed at the struggle of the world. I believed I was invincible and… Continue reading
Beautiful portraits.
Beautiful portraits. I drew with my pen, beautiful places and beautiful faces to paper. I keep alive kind memories, I keep alive the memories of the ancient cities, I once saw. I create… Continue reading
Idyllic places and time.
Idyllic places and time. The storyteller told the writers. We shall learn that life is Summer and Winter. Spring and Fall. We will know sweetness and we shall know sadness. We will be… Continue reading