The fortunate ones.
The fortunate ones. Lovely be, a day can be. When the sun kiss your face and the lake is near. The long summer days, blessings for us who love the free wildflowers and… Continue reading
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She is free.
She is free. 1- She found me at the Pacific, she taught me how to dance with the sea, she taught me to love Irish coffee and she taught me. Love should be… Continue reading
One, two, three, four. Do we begin again?
One, two, three, four. Do we begin again? 1- Did I find you? Or did you entrapped me? Am I the captive or the guard? One, two, three, four. Did we dance? Prey… Continue reading
My singing nightingale.
My singing Nightingale.. 1- Merrily, merrily, we shall go. We will freely escape, seeking the sun, seeking the sea. We may find love? We may hear the Nightingale song. We may find the… Continue reading
My father’s war.
My father’s war… A Poem by Coyote Poetry queerest 1 a : differing in some way from what is usual or normal : odd, strange, weird “How queer it seems,” Alice said to herself,… Continue reading
Delicate wings.
Delicate wings A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some people are more tender than others. Delicate wings…. Beautiful Lizzy, please allow me in.Her word and beauty memorized me.Woman who strips down their true colors… Continue reading
Beautiful flowers and some words.
Who is right and who is wrong? When both sides are wrong. How many graves must be dug for us to learn. Soldiers and bombs destroying Palestine. USA attacking Iran. Who is winning?… Continue reading
Sunday afternoon poetry.
Sunday afternoon poetry. A Poem by Coyote Poetry My muse is alive today. Sunday afternoon poetry. 1- Was just a kiss, was just a sweet memory. Maybe was the sweetest kiss? 2- Was just… Continue reading
We danced for the sea, and we prayed to the goddess of the sea for more.
We danced for the sea, and we prayed to the Goddess of the sea for more. I called her my honey, I called her dear Jenny and she called me. The mountain who… Continue reading
Now nothing remains the same. For dear Fabiola.
Now nothing remains the same. Your name came to me late in the midnight hour. Brought back the canvas of your perfect body, kind smile and your beautiful face. Your name, Fabiola. Made… Continue reading