Be quiet dear lover.
Be quiet dear lover/ Quédate The sky is grey and the sun is hidden behind the rain clouds in the early morning.You and I had traveled to Palma, Spain.The Germany Winter made our… Continue reading
Be quiet dear lover/ Quédate The sky is grey and the sun is hidden behind the rain clouds in the early morning.You and I had traveled to Palma, Spain.The Germany Winter made our… Continue reading
(Truth or dare?A Poem by Coyote PoetryTake no chances. Have no adventures.) Truth or dare? Life, my friend. A odd game that no-one can win.I do like the game of truth or dare.… Continue reading
I need you now… What shall I remember my lady midnight? My exquisite beauty, you made me believe love was sweet, love was everything, we need. Till I fell into your eyes of… Continue reading
On the thread of a word (Freedom is only the distance between the hunter and his prey.) Bei Dao Just like a hurricane from hell.You twisted my world from a lonely existence to… Continue reading
Some days can be perfect A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is like the sea. We can be as powerful as a Winter storm or quiet as the smooth dance of the morning tide. … Continue reading
Little poems A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words.” Number one- With Johnnie Walker whiskey confident and on a wing and prayer. I asked the pretty Texas gal for a dance. The pretty maiden… Continue reading
Waterfall A Poem by Coyote PoetryThe waterfall, free-flowing water. Like we should be.)“ Hearts awryWary ghostly graspWeary lonely gaspYet I can’t holdEnclasp”Robert. Waterfall….. “Hearts awryWary ghostly graspWeary lonely gaspYet I can’t holdEnclasp” The night… Continue reading
I saw the sun in your eyes… You and I, we are dancing by the Monterey Bay, I am singing words of love for you. You asked me, Johnnie, why did you save… Continue reading
One, two, three, four. Do we begin again? 1- Did I find you? Or did you entrapped me?Am I the captive or the guard?One, two, three, four. Did we dance?Prey or predator, we… Continue reading
I tried to remember. I tried to remember the curves of your body. Us blindfolded by wild need and want on the cold days of Winter. I want to remember my hands touching… Continue reading