The waltz of the flowers…
The waltz of the flower… A Poem by Coyote Poetry For April, the poetry month number one. The waltz of the flowers…. “He prayeth best, who loveth… Continue reading
The waltz of the flower… A Poem by Coyote Poetry For April, the poetry month number one. The waltz of the flowers…. “He prayeth best, who loveth… Continue reading
Secret life… I was your boss and teacher once. We shared hours in a locked building. I adored your long legs and auburn hair. Your perfect body unable to be hidden, made me… Continue reading
You are me and I’m you People who see only color, race and religion. Are truly blind.Don’t you cry for the sick child.Don’t you hold the mother or father who lost a son… Continue reading
Lazy Sundays… Old poet told the young writer, we need more lazy Sundays, less busy Mondays. We need to find the sea, need to find the great lakes, we need to free-climb the… Continue reading
Liar’s moon lullaby… I told the liar’s moon, eleven anthrax shots given to me by the Army. I have forgotten more than I remember. I search my deaden mind for faces, for the… Continue reading
Delia… O sweet you are, O brave you be and O darling. I love you as-is. My rose-cheeked gal, you never promised me anything and you loved to live. We loved to hear… Continue reading
A love letter… (I love the young dust, the falling sun touching and kissing the lake. Create a afterglow of light and darkness. The world seem to be at-ease when the sun… Continue reading
Go forward… I told the young woman with tears in her eyes. Somedays are lonely and we can be scared. We believe we walk alone. Sometime we need to stop our life and… Continue reading
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 place to rest.… Continue reading
Scarborough fair…. I once dance with the prettiest gal at the Scarborough fair. I told her, I wanted to marry her and to make her smile every day of her life. She smiled… Continue reading