You are my poetry, my dearest love.
You are my poetry my dearest love.. I was a soldier, wandering the world seeking adventure and I learn. One day, I was alone. I learn, if you escape home for a long… Continue reading
You are my poetry my dearest love.. I was a soldier, wandering the world seeking adventure and I learn. One day, I was alone. I learn, if you escape home for a long… Continue reading
Wild Maria, dancing Maria. My Winter storm. The crimson night, the thunder storms of life had brought me to you. I watched you from a distance and I dreamed of moonlight nights, feeling… Continue reading
The day is gone, and the dark nights are here. I never liked the month of December. I seem to lost more than I gained. Once , after a war, I returned home… Continue reading
I tried to remember A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poetry with are-write. Written in 1992/rewritten in 2014 I tried to remember I tried to remember the curves of your body. Us blindfolded… Continue reading
The canvas of love A Poem by Coyote Poetry True love is real art. We must use our imagination, draw out plans. Touch with gentle movements create emotion that will expand to great beauty… Continue reading
No regret A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good people bless us with their time and friendship. No regret. She was a Iron Mountain, Michigan girl.Eyes of golden brown, long legged and a robust… Continue reading
Understandable. I told the pretty Gypsy gal at the Stray Cat Inn. Love never befriended me. I sought the wild sea, I sought the sea dancer. And I learn. Love isn’t understandable to… Continue reading
We are, what we leave behind… I remember the most beautiful woman I have ever known. She was a Ojibwa woman who lost everything and she kept her human emotions of kindness and… Continue reading
The dance of emotion A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is fair. We must give to receive. The Dance of Emotion. A sweet angel was waiting on the bed for me.Her skimpy negligee… Continue reading
Blood laced pen. Fight or flee? love or hate? stay or go? Laugh or cry? I wonder what Hemingway remembered in his last moment. Did he remember war or the face of Agnes?… Continue reading