Idyllic places and time.
Idyllic places and time…. The storyteller told the writers. We shall learn that life is Summer and Winter. Spring and Fall. We will know sweetness and we shall know sadness. We will be… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Poem
Everyone is a river.
Everyone is a river… Nicole sat in her bra and pantie, her bare feet moving and dancing in water of lake Superior. I adored watching her and I traced her body with my… Continue reading
Dear Belinda.
Dear Belinda.. I learned life wasn’t fair, you can’t get what you want and love isn’t enough sometimes. I remember a beauty, prettiest girl I ever known. When I looked into her eyes,… Continue reading
Fool’s gold.
Fool’s gold. The irony of life, we learn too late, we can’t have everything we want. I remember you, a breathtaking beauty who listen to my words, my poetry. You held my hands… Continue reading
I am growing old and hanging with the great Tom Jones.
I am growing old and I know now what life is. My grandfather told me often. “Nothing good to say. Say nothing. Better to hold silence than to create a unrepairable situation. ”… Continue reading
Dear Florence.
I took the midnight train to Florence, the days of Spring were coming to a ending. I loved the Germany Spring and I needed dear Florence again. The city of Florence stole my… Continue reading
The wildflower.
1- Nude. You leave me breathless,with nothing to hide,evening perfection. 2- Wildflowers. The wildflowers are jealous,with you nearby,become less beautiful. 3 Painted memories. I wrote on skin,I painted secret words,on yearning skin. —————————————————————————————… Continue reading
Behold a beautiful rose.
Behold a beautiful rose.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Behold a beautiful rose.. If we behold a beautiful rose, we adore the the shape of her petals. A beautiful rose will be born in… Continue reading
Who are you?
Who are you? I love the book “The book of Dorian Gray.” When reading or listening to the amazing book. You question yourself. Who am I? I question you my friend. Who are… Continue reading
The boardwalk.
The boardwalk… The dancing Lake Huron surround us, you are barefoot walking and your eyes of wonder, studying the lake. I tell you, I love the simple days when we can feel the… Continue reading