Glorious love…
Glorious love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love can make us feel like kings and love can make us feel like a pauper. Glorious love… We danced and learned true laughter at the… Continue reading
Glorious love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love can make us feel like kings and love can make us feel like a pauper. Glorious love… We danced and learned true laughter at the… Continue reading
Little boy blue. A Poem by Coyote Poetry When a child falls down. Someone must pick them up or they could be lost forever. Little boy blue… Little boy blue lost in a… Continue reading
Men, whiskey and dreams of peace. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Written in 1978. Today the world is the same. Maybe worst off? Men, whiskey and dreams of peace… Wishing, hoping and dreaming.… Continue reading
The Gypsy dance. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good to know freedom and understand the dance of free-will and dreams. The Gypsy dance.. Late at night on the Monterey bay.If you listen well.You… Continue reading
We didn’t know… I didn’t know… — I called Sheena in Scotland in the Winter of 1980 and I told her. Beautiful Sheena, I miss you so and I am so sorry. She… Continue reading
Midnight rendezvous… Kind woman are gifts to wise men. A wise Poet wrote “To see a nude beautiful woman is morewonderful then to see a thousand artistic painting.” My old heart and… Continue reading
Let it be… Old man sitting alone. Sitting on the cliffs of Pacific Grove. You can see the Pacific ocean forever. Miles of the beautiful and powerful sea. He write words… Continue reading
The madness train A Poem by Coyote Poetry Time to know what real pleasure is. Before it is too late. The Madness train… I’m twisted up. Hogties to bullshit. I’m strangled with useless… Continue reading
Love and hate… Sitting by the Monterey bay alone.Thinking about a missed woman.I made a wish.It wasn’t the first star,but I made the wish anyway. Stars so very bright, so many I can’t… Continue reading
“For April, poetry month number three..” My dearest love, where did you go? One I found you and you found me. We loved Monterey and we were sea-dancers. We drank the tequila by… Continue reading