I want to dance with you…
(Easy life and quiet death-Sir Walter Scott) (We poets in our youth begin with gladness; but there off in the end despondency and madness- Wordsworth) I want to dance with you tonight… Sober… Continue reading
(Easy life and quiet death-Sir Walter Scott) (We poets in our youth begin with gladness; but there off in the end despondency and madness- Wordsworth) I want to dance with you tonight… Sober… Continue reading
A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poem from 1993 with a re-write.” You can’t return from where you left.. (A Poet, is one, who believes and one who cannot bring himself to believe.–Tadeusz… Continue reading
Deadly thoughts… Did we love enough? Did we run away to find something more wonderful? Or did we fear the ending before the beginning? ———————————————————————————————————You were the most beautiful girl I ever known.… Continue reading
Open the door my dear lover… I told the bartender at the Downtown Austin tavern, I was born sick. My mind twisted and wrong. I was born poor and now I have enough.… Continue reading
Haunt me… I found her again at the hard metal club in Austin and she was dressed in her black skirt and her favorite black blouse. I stay at a distance and I… Continue reading
Divine Nature A Poem by Coyote PoetryWe need long walks into the deep forest. Nature can show us we are just part of a living system that need cooperation of all of us for… Continue reading
The daylight fading…. Once the most kindest woman in Texas weaved me a safe place to be. Dearest Jayne use to hold me tightly and she sang songs of love to me late… Continue reading
The fortunate one’s A Poem by Coyote Poetry A Summer poem. The fortunate one’s Lovely be, a day can be. When the sun kiss your face and the lake is near. The long Summer… Continue reading
On paper, with good pen and good song. I remember silky voice, pale skin and the most beautiful face I ever seen. We prayed and we starved for love in the Spring of… Continue reading
Words, never spoken… Last two years been very hard. 2023 and 2024, I lost many to cancer, to suicide and to sickness. Today I miss their voices and I yearn to talk to… Continue reading