One more time my love…
One more time my love… In sweet dream, I paint on a empty canvas, the beauty of your face, the softness of your lips. We were world apart and once, we try to… Continue reading
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Nature poetry…
Nature Poetry… The mountain range,standing strong and beautiful.Art for the people who love the open and free spaces.The free climbers love the hard climbs and unknown endings.Finding secret and unknown paths leading to… Continue reading
I want to dance with you…
(Easy life and quiet death-Sir Walter Scott) (We poets in our youth begin with gladness; but there off in the end despondency and madness- Wordsworth) I want to dance with you tonight… Sober… Continue reading
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, who believes and one who cannot bring himself to believe.–Tadeusz… Continue reading
Deadly thoughts…
Deadly thoughts… Did we love enough? Did we run away to find something more wonderful? Or did we fear the ending before the beginning? ———————————————————————————————————You were the most beautiful girl I ever known.… Continue reading
The Fall sweet honey…
The Fall sweet honey A Poem by Coyote Poetry The Fall sweet honey Beautiful as the rising Summer sun,sweet and kind like the fresh Fall sweet honey.She told me, if you want me.Must leave… Continue reading
Open the door dear lover…
Open the door my dear lover… I told the bartender at the Downtown Austin tavern, I was born sick. My mind twisted and wrong. I was born poor and now I have enough.… Continue reading
Haunt me…
Haunt me… I found her again at the hard metal club in Austin and she was dressed in her black skirt and her favorite black blouse. I stay at a distance and I… Continue reading
Divine nature…
Divine Nature A Poem by Coyote PoetryWe need long walks into the deep forest. Nature can show us we are just part of a living system that need cooperation of all of us for… Continue reading
The daylight fading…
The daylight fading…. Once the most kindest woman in Texas weaved me a safe place to be. Dearest Jayne use to hold me tightly and she sang songs of love to me late… Continue reading