The dance of the Gypsies..
The dance of the Gypsies. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love, song and dance, blood and the road. The dance of the Gypsies… I was in downtown Cologne, Germany in 1979.Watching dark eyes… Continue reading
The dance of the Gypsies. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love, song and dance, blood and the road. The dance of the Gypsies… I was in downtown Cologne, Germany in 1979.Watching dark eyes… Continue reading
Waiting by the wayside. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometimes we must stop and re-adjust our life and thoughts. Waiting by the wayside… I was waiting by the wayside.Trying to figure out simple… Continue reading
My lady… My lady,I still cry out in sweet dreams your name. So long since our lips had touched andI still wish upon a star, to be able to look into your eyes. I… Continue reading
The Waltz A Poem by Coyote Poetry The ocean and love create emotions and passion that stay with us forever. The waltz … We were doing a waltz upon the beach. The waves were the orchestra… Continue reading
Black as the night.. I told her. Everybody knows you have a black heart and I know more than most. You smell like like wildflowers in the early Spring and you talk so… Continue reading
The Coyote and Raven dance… The coyote was dancing for the half-moon, he moved and weaved into the deep forest and he knew. His beautiful friend was watching him celebrate the night. The… Continue reading
Old love… She called me at midnight and she whispered. Johnnie, Johnnie. Do you remember me? I am so damn lonely tonight and please Johnnie. Can I come to you tonight? I told… Continue reading
Once a pretty Iron Mountain girl, we tasted love kiss, did slow dances for the moon and we reached for the midnight stars. She was a lovely wish, never forgotten. ————————————————— I told… Continue reading
The Raven and the Coyote… A Poem by Coyote Poetry June new poetry thirty-one The Raven and the Coyote… The Raven told the him. Perhaps, perhaps dear Coyote. You can share some trickery with… Continue reading
Time waits for no-one… A Poem by Coyote Poetry June poetry number thirty… Time wait for no-one… He was fond of her for many years. He was fond of the way she walked and… Continue reading