The irony of a love tale, maybe love? Maybe not.
The irony of a love tale, maybe love, maybe not? She told me. The irony of a love tale, maybe love, maybe not? She told me, Fickle I am, fickle I was. I… Continue reading
The irony of a love tale, maybe love, maybe not? She told me. The irony of a love tale, maybe love, maybe not? She told me, Fickle I am, fickle I was. I… Continue reading
Ghosts and shadows- chapter one. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Life is accepting life as-is. Maybe we have enough. Ghost and shadows- chapter one. Beautiful Tanya waited patiently with the kind morning sun upon… Continue reading
Imagine A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good to wander and imagine a better place to be Imagine… “A Poet is one who believes and one who cannot bring himself to believe” Tadeusz Rozewics… Continue reading
Fable love I behold today the first warm day of Spring. I’m finding hope and energy in the new-born flowers and the new greenery of the forest. I have been swimming in the… Continue reading
Ravishing beauty dancing alone. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Hard to brake down walls of regret and disappointment. Need time and distance to forget. Ravishing beauty dancing alone.. We will masquerade as many… Continue reading
Mystical places A Poem by Coyote Poetry First 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… Continue reading
Scarborough fair.. I once dance with the prettiest gal at the Scarborough fair. I told her, I wanted to marry her and to make her smile every day of her life. She smiled… Continue reading
I need you now… A Poem by Coyote Poetry Great love, never died. When love is alive. The love will grow to become a willow tree. Flowing and dancing with the free wind. Expanding… Continue reading
A whiskey and a glass of water… She gave me whiskey kisses and we danced the Texas two-step till the witches hours. She was a bad, bad woman and I wanted more and… Continue reading
Only love will break your heart… We learn with old age. Love is everything. I was babysitting my grand-daughter. Now 18 months old and I would spend the days with her. Five days… Continue reading