Sweet pleasure and rare delight. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some memories become sweeter with time. Sweet pleasure and rare delights. Sweet pleasure, rare delights.Some dreams should not be touched.They burn the heart till… Continue reading
The tarot cards. I went to an old dark carnival on a hidden road outside of Sarajevo.I have been having a dream about a Gypsy woman. The dreams had brought me to the… Continue reading
Some words for dear Cheryl. 1- We were leftover people and we became so damn lost. We sought each other to seek and know comfort and we didn’t know. We forgot kindness, we… Continue reading
Do more. 1- I was blindsided by her. Her eyes, bright and demanding. I asked her. What do you need my lovely? She gave me a devilish smile and she told me. Give… Continue reading
Damned if you do, damned if you don’t. My friend told me. Be careful Johnnie. She is a feral cat. Can’t tame or keep in the house. She had ginger hair and eyes… Continue reading
Under the willow tree. We danced. Once we held love over everything. Love was holy and a joy. Were a blessing and a gift. Now like sleeping flowers in the Winter. The feeble… Continue reading
Idyllic. We shall know never-more, we shall know ever-more and we one day. We shall know nothing more. Once wise writer told us. Death is when we become forgotten. Once brave man danced… 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
Hemingway whiskey. Old man wrote into his journal, my secrets, my sins, my indiscreet deeds. Will never be written or spoken aloud. They would die with me. He told the young people, keep… Continue reading
I don’t want flowers. I need you here. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Appreciation and real gifts of love lead to good places. I don’t want flowers. I need you. (We forget what we… Continue reading
