Almost October…
Dear October Almost October. My old friend. Cooler day and the beauty of the change of color of the trees. Allow us. To slow down and ponder who we are, where we are… Continue reading
Dear October Almost October. My old friend. Cooler day and the beauty of the change of color of the trees. Allow us. To slow down and ponder who we are, where we are… Continue reading
I am growing old and I know now what life is. My grandfather told me often. “Nothing good to say. Say nothing. Better to hold silence than to create a unrepairable situation. ”… Continue reading
T.L.C. Tender loving care… No violence in love… (A old poem. Our world is no different. We must ensure the crazy people don’t have guns. We must ensure the dangerous people don’t have… Continue reading
I could not ask for more… I told my grandchildren, choose the road you love, dance, sing and be fearless. I learn many moons ago, I had enough and I told the rising… Continue reading
Love behold, love be bold A Poem by Coyote PoetryPoetry for the new book, The island. Love behold, love… Continue reading
Fool’s gold…. The irony of life, we learn too late, we can’t have everything we want. I remember you, a breathtaking beauty who listen to my words, my poetry. You held my hands… Continue reading
Who am I now? We are the same, we are different. I believe we want the same things and some of us want more and some of us want less. Some of us… Continue reading
My enchantress. Letters to Marcella Beatrice. Letter number one. Dear Marcella Beatrice. I do miss you so and you broke my heart at the airport. I know you need your home, Florence and… Continue reading
Maybe love? Or maybe just another lullaby to be written.. (We must make the good days last forever my friend.) She had suppliant breasts, a wide beautiful smile and strong pale legs. She… Continue reading
I am jealous of the sea, I am jealous of the September wind… A beautiful California girl is dancing alone with the Pacific ocean and the the September windy night, tossing her long… Continue reading