The season of love -part three
The seasons of love We left the tavern and she held my hand tightly and the night was warm. She took me to the Boebingen lake. We sat by the lake in a… Continue reading
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The seasons of love-part two
The seasons of love A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A new story. Chapter two- The seasons of love Sheena left me in early September. The last days were filled a combination of… Continue reading
The seasons of love
The seasons of love (The first chapter) A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Old memories. The seasons of love Late August 1978. My Scotland Beauty and I were enjoying our last days and nights… Continue reading
Need more readers and writers.
Write, write and write some more A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words are powerful. They create tears, laughter, happiness and sadness. Without the great word-men and word-women. What would we know and understand?… Continue reading
“The song and the dance”
Just dance Hold me close, hold me sweet. Allow my face to fall into your hair and the essence of perfume. Allow the intimacy of the dance to make us find… Continue reading
“Arousing illusion”
Arousing illusion A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need temptation to make us wish and expand want and need. Arousing illusionOld man told the kid sitting with him at the bar. The senses.… Continue reading
“You can’t return from where you left”
You can’t return from where you left. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poem from 1993 with a re-write You can’t return from where you left (A Poet, is one,… Continue reading
“Two out of three ain’t bad.”
Two out of three ain’t bad A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Two out of three ain’t bad I told her. I will be your Hemingway and you can be my Agnes… Continue reading
Dear Angela
Dear Angela A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words and memories Dear Angela A pretty girl sat with me by the sea and she whispered to me. “You know who… Continue reading
“Angela”
Angela A Poem by Coyote Poetry We can fall so low and deep. Need someone to pull us up to see daylight. Angela Her beauty had became less with time. The circle… Continue reading