Mercy and forgiveness.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Need mercy and good friends to survive this life.” The Quality of Mercy The quality of mercy is not strain’d.It droppeth as the gentle rain from heavenUpon the place… Continue reading
Tag Archive: love
Two guitars.
Two guitars. I hurt myself today. I wanted to bleed real blood, and I called you and I told you, my love. I have forgiven you and I haven’t forgotten you. If you… Continue reading
Toxic and a beautiful Yael Naim song.
Toxic. Extraordinary beauty danced alone. Green eyes offered me glances of come and dance a forbidden dance. Wise men know to run when the siren called. Foolish men fall to the landscape of… 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
Dearest Cheryl.
Where are you my sweet lady blue? You were so damn pretty, and you begged for my attention. You were muse and siren. Your kiss deadly and so damn sweet. You wanted me… Continue reading
Dear Clinton, Michigan.
Dear Clinton, Michigan 1- You told me often.Love wasn’t enough.The heart becomes too hidden with time and age. 2- California isn’t enoughI called you beautiful Jenny and I told you.California coastline is so… Continue reading
Just 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 forbidden and wild place.… Continue reading
Fallen angel.
Fallen Angels. In the lair of the fallen angels. Old men talk of fleeing love, old war and missed faces. I joined the club at a young age. Bad decisions, dead brothers and… Continue reading
Trying to lose your memory.
Trying to lose your memory. I tried to find peace and calm in the coffee houses of Monterey, drinking strong coffee and reading dead-end poetry at the nightly poetry readings. I thought I… Continue reading
Sweet red wine.
Sweet red wine A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Youth is the best days in a life. Days are long. Love is possible.” Sweet red wine. It was early fall. The sweet new wines… Continue reading