I tried to memorize her face.
I tried to memorize her face. She was my midnight dancer and she loved the sea. She didn’t like loud people, and she sought the quiet of the Monterey Bay. She adored band… Continue reading
I tried to memorize her face. She was my midnight dancer and she loved the sea. She didn’t like loud people, and she sought the quiet of the Monterey Bay. She adored band… Continue reading
Silence and listen. Old man sitting alone and he is talking to the wind. Sending apologies to old memories.Once a proud man filled with self-praise and goals. Today the goals mean nothing.Pride just… Continue reading
(Steve Hanks painting) You are my Spring blessing. Loveliest girl in my world, she drank her morning coffee and her tan bare feet moving with the morning song of the birds and the… Continue reading
Just a dance in the cloud’s dear lover. Once I knew wanderlust,I wanted to swim in the seven seas,I wanted to find sacred places in our world,I wanted to dance in the clouds with… Continue reading
Pretty wishes. 1- I knew love once, I held love once, I remember her perfect face. I ran away from her and today. I wait for no-one. 2- Johnnie, Johnnie. she told me.… Continue reading
Memory of my mother. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I was raised by a stepmother. I called her mother. She gave love and raised many children. The word Mother should be used in honor of strong… Continue reading
Happy Mother’s day. 1- My dear grandmother called me sweetie. My dear grandmother wouldn’t allow me to fail. My dear grandmother is in heaven and I still feel her hands upon my heart.… Continue reading
Love is four-folds and some more. Johnnie drove to the tip of the thumb in Lower Michigan. He needed the Lake Huron song. He was tired of the city and the voices. He… Continue reading
Did I ever love you? Dying,lying,needing,bleeding. Pretty Poet, she sang her words sweet and sadly to willing listeners at the Poetry reading in Monterey coffee shop. Love is just myth and tale,love is… Continue reading
Black roses A Poem by Coyote PoetryEasy to be cold, hard to be kind. Black roses… Jenny, eyes of stone… Continue reading