The next step is love. Some little poetry.
The next step is love… 1- Was a beautiful Michigan Summer day and you held my hands near Lake St. Clair. You asked me by the Clinton River. Johnnie, Johnnie. Do you love… Continue reading
The next step is love… 1- Was a beautiful Michigan Summer day and you held my hands near Lake St. Clair. You asked me by the Clinton River. Johnnie, Johnnie. Do you love… Continue reading
She was a cruel one. Love left me empty and alone. I had accepted the circumstances with ease. Jack Daniel and Black velvet kept me safe and in the shadows of the Austin… Continue reading
My great loveA Poem by Coyote Poetry “True love is rare. Hold on tight. Doesn’t always last forever. “ My great love.. (Pain of love lost must disappear into the wind.) My great love… Continue reading
The September song…. The leave are turning and the nights are cooler. The children are playing outside, enjoying the last days of Summer. I have become like the Autumn, my once young and … Continue reading
A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Just words. I found the poem in a 30-year-old journal. Had to re-written.: Dear Jennifer. I called my Jennifer from the pay-phone in downtown Monterey in early Spring… Continue reading
I didn’t know. A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Just words. Enjoy.” I didn’t know. My September lover would heat up the coming days of Autumn of 1978. She promised me today only. We… Continue reading
Song of love A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Words and thoughts for today. I was reading the ancient writers today.” Song of love. Drunkenness in a reckless love, knowing the true fragrant of… Continue reading
Love is love.. A noble beauty read her poetry at the Austin, Texas yearly poetry reading. Jessica was disappointed with her life and she read her words to us. “I weaved a page… Continue reading
The old poet sang a lullaby.Sensual woman whispered to me once.Come live with me and be my lover.I will be your salvation, and you will be my rock to keep me steady. Beautiful… Continue reading
Wildflowers dreams (For Brigitte) A Poem by Coyote Poetry Once I was lost. A kind young woman saved me. Wildflowers dream (For Brigitte) Young love, first love. Can expand too quickly. Leaving two… Continue reading