I hope your days be bright and love will near you always.
I hope your days be bright and love will be near you always.. She was the Gypsy girl, Monterey Bay dancer. She would gather her friends and they would find the sea. They… Continue reading
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Let’s drink and pray for more..
Let’s drink and pray for more.. Wild child danced alone on Austin Dance floor,barely old enough to be in the dark taverns of Downtown Austin,her wild eyes searched for what she needed. I… Continue reading
Sing, drink and dance till the end..
Sing, drink and dance till the end A Poem by Coyote PoetryOld poem written when I was young and questions all things. I learn we are in-charge of our life. Best walk the good… Continue reading
Dear Jenny
Dear Jenny A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Dear Jenny Johnnie drifting in and out of the Irish Pubs in downtown Monterey. Looking for his red hair beauty. When the beer and… Continue reading
“Give and take”
Give and take A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love is a two-way street. Must give to receive. Give and take Pretty woman spoke of love and hate in the same sentence.… Continue reading
Change
Change A Poem by Coyote Poetry Change is needed when we are locked in. Never know what is around the next turn? Change I sat with a kid of 23 at a… Continue reading
A dance with death.
A dance with Death. A Poem by Coyote Poetry If we listen. Wisdom can be heard in the wind. A dance with Death. (If you are lucky. We get warnings to change our… Continue reading
The hills and the Apache.
The hills and the Apache A Poem by Coyote Poetry A old poem when I was seeking who I was. Written in 1992. The hills and the Apache I had a bottle… Continue reading
A dance with death.
A dance with Death. A Poem by Coyote Poetry If we listen. Wisdom can be heard in the wind. Sometime hard to separate real life from fiction. A dance with Death. (If you… Continue reading
Blinded. But not dead yet.
A old poem written in 1993. The coastline and kind people of the California made me find dreams and hope. Blinded. But not dead yet. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poem. Same… Continue reading