You can’t catch the wind..
You can’t catch the wind. (April is poetry month. New poetry number twenty six. some little poetry and thoughts.) 1- Her eyes were cold, her voice was just a whisper of hope. She… Continue reading
You can’t catch the wind. (April is poetry month. New poetry number twenty six. some little poetry and thoughts.) 1- Her eyes were cold, her voice was just a whisper of hope. She… Continue reading
Some poetry for love.. He adored her Summer bonnet of blue, he adored her flowing ginger hair. He asked her. Old wise men had told me once. Never love a ginger hair Scottish… Continue reading
Remembering the fragrance of Winter A Poem by Coyote PoetryA story Remembering the fragrance of Winter… I had lived the… Continue reading
Stripped to the bone…. I told her, I love the darkest things. I want a love so dark, my world turn purple/black. I don’t want sweet words, I want demanding words. I want… Continue reading
Rage and pain,illusion and deceit.Love born than died.—- Slender shoulders kissed.The nakedly dance,the midnight hour splendor—— Captured,unrestrained,taunts and torment.Imperfection enshrined. John Castellenas/Coyote
Mystery and wonder… It was a Germany warm Summer, the days were long and easy. You and I had no-place to you. You were my German girl with eyes of hazel who loved… Continue reading
One more cup of coffee my dearest. ( April is poetry month. Poem number four.) He made two cups of coffee with a pinch of sugar and light cream. He watched dear Susi… Continue reading
Damned if you do, damned if you don’t.. ( April is poetry month and my poem new number three.) My friend told me. Be careful Johnnie. She is a feral cat. Can’t tame… Continue reading
We danced for the sea and we prayed to the Goddess of the sea for more. ( April is poetry month. My second poem. I will attempt to create 30 new poems.) I… Continue reading
( I will attempt 30 new poems for April. The Poetry month. Now I begin. ) Dear Jenny.. I found you and I lost you dear Jenny in Michigan. I remember us. We… Continue reading