Forget me not…
Forget me not… I dreamed of you, I dreamed of us.I picked-up the phone.I was dreaming of your face, your voice, sweet like the German Summer wine.I dreamed of your long legs and… Continue reading
Forget me not… I dreamed of you, I dreamed of us.I picked-up the phone.I was dreaming of your face, your voice, sweet like the German Summer wine.I dreamed of your long legs and… Continue reading
(Big Sur, California 1992) Angela A Poem by Coyote PoetryWe can fall so low and deep. Need someone to pull us up to see daylight. Angela… Her beauty had lessen with time.The circle… Continue reading
Can cry a tear… (Written when my heart was young.) My heart still can a tear. A tear of loneliness.A loneliness of losing you completely. I could of survive without your kiss. But… Continue reading
(My daughter and my friend daughter. He was killed in August 2004 in Iraq.) Dead ends A Poem by Coyote PoetryTime for all of us to think and do the right things. Before it… Continue reading
(My father in 1996. He died two months later.) Sins of our father’s. A Poem by Coyote PoetryWe can learn kindness from living and seeing hate and violence. Father’s eyes and anger…. Is my… Continue reading
Never been to Spain… Oldest and saddest man on the block had spread out his world map. He touches the country Spain, and he told the clouds. I never been to Spain. I… Continue reading
Hide and seek…. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Be careful what you seek.” Hide and seek… Once we were brave, once we were unafraid of the ending, once we loved the beginning. I found… Continue reading
We danced for the stars … Was a Texas hot Summer night and you wore your black dress and dancing shoes. I was drinking the Long Island teas since 6 pm and you arrived… Continue reading
The untold story… I have wore 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
My eyes adored you… I learn we are made of places and pieces. We are a puzzle being built slowly by time and memories. Old men think too much and the what if?… Continue reading