If I knew.
If I knew. A Poem by Coyote Poetry (We learn too late to be quiet. Anger and violence lead only to more pain and sadness.) If I knew. If I knew.I would of … Continue reading
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With open eyes.
With open eyes.. I love the girl who can see beyond the lies. I love the girl who can watch the morning come alive. I love the girl who love books and adore… Continue reading
So beautiful.
So beautiful A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old 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… Continue reading
The word, love. Just another four-letter word.
The word, Love is. Just another four-letter word… She was so tire of the useless words spoken to her. Now she sought the wild sea, now she wanted to meditate in the free… Continue reading
My September love.
My September love.. 1- My lady of the sea,my dancing woman who love the morning sun on her face.She told me, it is early September.my bed is cold and lonely.Let’s find a place… Continue reading
The lady in the black dress.
The lady in the black dress.. Dancing alone in a downtown Austin tavern with my empty Black Velvet whiskey bottle in my hands. Playing alone in the bone yard of long and shattered… Continue reading
A wish upon a star.
A wish upon a star A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old dreams never fade away.” A wish upon a star… Every night before I close my eyes. I whisper your name. I make a wish to kiss your lips.To feel… Continue reading
The kiss.
The kiss.. The old poet write by the sea, he scribble words about faces, places missed and gone. The radiant morning sun sun-kissed his face and he told the Pacific ocean. The poet’s… Continue reading
I want to fall in love with you.
I want to fall in love with you… Kind lady held my hands and her sweet and gentle words, her beautiful smile made me believe. Love could be, the greatest lullaby we can… Continue reading
Waiting for a miracle.
Waiting for a miracle. Some mini-poetry. 1- Cheryl.. Few speak your name now. When the whiskey is good and I seek pretty faces in my lonely nights. I remember you. You were a… Continue reading