Dark eyes Angel who lost her wings…
Dark Eyes Angel who losts her wing. (I was still roaming the country. The days when time wasn’t a concern. May 1994. Writing and reading poetry brought me the confused and lost woman.… Continue reading
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The circle dance.. One people, one earth.
The circle dance.. I have danced often the circle dance at Native Americans Pow Wows. The circle dance had many meanings. “The leader called to the people, the Ojibwa children begin the circle… Continue reading
The parable of the flowers and the lovelorn man…
The parable of the flowers and the lovelorn man… She was a perfect beauty. She danced nightly on a stage in Killeen, Texas. I went nightly and I waited for my tainted beauty… Continue reading
When the sun kisses the moon..
“you taste like sunshine just like you’ve been kissed by the morning light and I was the darkness dancing with the stars carelessly, breathlessly and our lips meet softly. color creeping in the… Continue reading
Listen to the wind…
Listen to the wind.. Find a valley where the kind wind can sing to you,stand in an apple tree orchard,touch an apple, taste the sweetness.Gifts, wonderful gift from Mother Nature. Go to the… Continue reading
Just a Black Velvet lullaby..
Just a Black Velvet lullaby… I wrote to a old journal in a Austin, Texas tavern in 1993. The poet don’t cry, he just write some more. Hemingway told us, we, who love… Continue reading
Love is like a flower garden..
Love is like a flower garden.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry (A Poem by Coyote PoetryWe forget sometimes to show love to the people who truly loved us.) Love is like a flower garden..… Continue reading
The Lake Huron song..
The Lake Huron song… Closed wounds can bleed again, no healing for true love lost. You and I, we were Summer wine and Lake Huron late night swim. You were the prettiest girl… Continue reading
The weeping willow..
The weeping willow.. Once we held love over all things. Love was holy and you were a blessing and a gift. Now like sleeping flower in the Winter. My feeble heart had forgotten… Continue reading
She danced barefoot by the Clinton River.
She danced barefoot by the Clinton River..A Poem by Coyote Poetry (Awakening my sleeping muse. She danced barefoot by the Clinton River..) A beautiful woman danced alone by the Clinton River, her feet allowing… Continue reading