The coming storm…
The coming storm… Her lustful glances left me condemned to fall into the harmony of her smile. She was a rare desert flower that dazzled me with flattering words. She whispered to me… Continue reading
The coming storm… Her lustful glances left me condemned to fall into the harmony of her smile. She was a rare desert flower that dazzled me with flattering words. She whispered to me… Continue reading
I remember you A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old thoughts and some poetry I remember you You taught me what love was.You taught me what tenderness could be my Scotland beauty andyou painted… Continue reading
The battlefield.. Do the children of war, dream? In Ukraine, Russia killing off cities. Where do the families run to? I saw the people of war, their eyes, like old soldiers. They ran… Continue reading
Kiss away my ghosts.. The saddest man on the block drank alone. He write sleeping man poetry and he drink the “Quiet man” whiskey. He was once insane, wild and foolish. He befriended… Continue reading
By the sea… I told her, I want little. When I return home to you. Please meet me at the Monterey pier and please wear your dancing shoes. I need a dance with… Continue reading
I have loved and I lost myself A Poem by Coyote Poetry A poem for love. I have loved and lost myself.. Do you know how it feels to be upon a cloud?… Continue reading
She had Angels wings upon her back.. Her long auburn hair rolled down her long slender back. The tattoos Angel awoke secret dreams and nightmares. Her tattoos rolled down from soft neck to… Continue reading
Dreaming of Texas A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good to have had danced many dances and knew a lot of laughter. A good life isn’t the money in the bank. It is the wealth… Continue reading
Come away with me…. We loved the cigarettes, the Johnnie Walker and the good songs. You were North Dakota born, now California blessed. I would massage your wanting skin every night and I… Continue reading
I need a Spring time kiss, a Summer love… I need a Spring time kiss, a Summer love. I wonder if love was ever real for me? I asked the rising moon, my… Continue reading