Lestat’s coffee shop conversation. Was a quiet San Diego night. I read my poetry at a poetry reading next to the Lestat’s coffee shop. I read an old poem. ” Bitter branches Old… Continue reading
The human touch. A Poem by Coyote PoetryThe easiest gift to give is concern, time and to listen. In a world of fast pace and little time. We must slow down and show the… Continue reading
The old poet sang a lullaby to the sea.A lullaby, a sensual woman whispered to me once on a warm Spring day.“Come live with me and be my lover.I will be your salvation… Continue reading
The coming storm. Her lustful glances left me condemned to fall into the harmony of her smile. She was a rare desert flower that dazzled me with flattering words. She whispered to me… Continue reading
Peace will come. (Today the world leaders are naysayers and liars. Speaking peace and killing. Old wise saying. Can’t speak peace and war in the same sentence.) My child, don’t you cry. War… Continue reading
Beautiful girl danced for the moon and the stars. She danced a circle dance for the moon and the stars,her hair flowed freely in the warm nightly breeze.I told the kind moon, thank… Continue reading
The ashes and the fire… My dearest love, my serene memory. I remember us. We loved the midnight hours, locked door and to be 3 am wild and free. The German Winter made… Continue reading
Two shots of happy and one shot of sad…. I painted pretty pictures for us, I made landscape of perfect and beautiful places. But we danced on the thread of real words. We… Continue reading
I want to fall in love again… Last year man prayed to Selena, the moon goddess on a warm Fall night. He told her, near the dancing Pacific ocean. The drunk man is… Continue reading
Mystical places A Poem by Coyote PoetryFirst love, first real kiss and the first true words of love become mystical places where we can find in sweet dreams forever. Mystical places….. Many types… Continue reading
