Sway…
Sway… The Poet’s wish. Never sweet and never easy. A dancing beauty moved with the song. Her hips moving slowly with the tempting words. The dancing damsel, she knows she was the Hemingway’s… Continue reading
Tag Archive: love
Please follow me and I will follow you…
Please follow me and I will follow you… 1- She was my favorite girl in Monterey. She could paint her world and she wrote like Mark Twain. She was stubborn gal from Ohio… Continue reading
Can you catch a falling leaf?
Can you catch a falling leaf? The days of October are coming and I did the greatest sin. I returned to a place of magic trying to find the scent of yesterday. Time… Continue reading
Love words of a madman…
Love words of a mad man A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love can teach us madness. 1-Break me.. Please break me and make me bleed. Show me I’m alive. Make me die and bring… Continue reading
So beautiful..
So beautiful A Poem by Coyote PoetryOld poetry. Good dreams. So Beautiful…. (Written 6 April 1980) As beautiful as a early morning sunrise. As bright as a full moon that light up a cloudless… Continue reading
Do for love and a amazing Marion Hill song.
Do for love…. Pretty words, long slow dances into the midnight hours, tasty kisses and warm embrace is what you are to me. Once we believe in nothing and today. You and I. Believe… Continue reading
Roses and lovers…
Roses and lovers… “O my love, O my love. I said, Let me fall or stand, let me fall or stand, let me live or die, but this once hear me speak- O… Continue reading
Your Gypsy heart…
Your Gypsy heart.. Her eyes, clear blue like the sea,her voice, gentle and sweet.She told me,open the locked doors, wide.We decide if our life and journey is,a prison or an adventure to discover… Continue reading
One more time my love…
One more time my love… In sweet dream, I paint on a empty canvas, the beauty of your face, the softness of your lips. We were world apart and once, we try to… 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