Maybe love, maybe not?
Maybe love, maybe not? A Poem by Coyote Poetry July poetry number six… Maybe love, maybe not? Poem one- Dear Bridgette, please allow me to hold you in our small bed. Please my dearest… Continue reading
Maybe love, maybe not? A Poem by Coyote Poetry July poetry number six… Maybe love, maybe not? Poem one- Dear Bridgette, please allow me to hold you in our small bed. Please my dearest… Continue reading
My California… Azure sky, chaos Pacific ocean, my lover. The stormy sea, the murmur of the sea, whispered to me. Love may slumber, war are never-ending and we shall remember the sweetest kisses.… Continue reading
The gales of Winter… Lake or sea, the mighty water never sleep. When the sea is quiet, the lake is resting. Danger is near. I believe, all of us, are like the long… Continue reading
A song of forever… A song of forever, she didn’t want to sing. She had shun love and she wanted endless night, loud music and her colorful cotton dresses. She was my… Continue reading
Beautiful Scottish eyes A Poem by Coyote Poetry When a Scottish gal bless with kindness and love. Beautiful Scottish eyes had blessed you. Beautiful Scottish eyes… Once I found the prettiest girl in the… Continue reading
Brave One— We loved the Spring days, we loved the dancing with Lake St. Clair on a April Spring morning. When you hugged me tightly and you whispered to me. I love you.… Continue reading
Flesh and bones… A Poem by Coyote Poetry Flesh and bones… ( Life is to be celebrated. Each day is a gift.) I fell from the top of the mountain and I stood with… Continue reading
Disease A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some sickness, we can accept. DISEASE…. Two strangers sat together. Discussing things that didn’t matter. The woman looked at the man. Told him. “I was once a… Continue reading
The poet and the artist. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need good conversation and good friends near. The poet and the artist… A poet… Continue reading
Bad, bad, bad ass lady… She was the prettiest gal I ever seen. She was drinking the Johnnie Walker whiskey alone, her shoes were off to the side of her bar stool.… Continue reading