‘Celestial beauty’
Celestial beauty “He sees his love, and nothing else he sees.”—Thomas Campion You are my folly and my blessings. You are my perfect night and my sweetest days. You love to take one… Continue reading
Celestial beauty “He sees his love, and nothing else he sees.”—Thomas Campion You are my folly and my blessings. You are my perfect night and my sweetest days. You love to take one… Continue reading
The feather A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words create by beautiful photos The feather Once I wanted to be king of the world. I wanted wealth and things… Continue reading
My Joan of Arc She painted her make-up upon perfect skin. She turned to me and she told me . “I need my war face tonight. I rarely show my real face to… Continue reading
I hate you, I love you I try to escape you. I try to flee your memory. I repeat secret words in hidden places in my mind. I hate you, I love you.… Continue reading
Midnight confessions. Once I played the fool for you. I painted us together as forever lovers in a world of give and take. You were my Juliet and I was your Romeo. You… Continue reading
Never dance with the Devil You are so damn fine, yes you are. You are like Black Velvet whiskey, Straight, easy to drink and smooth as silky kisses and erotic dances at the… Continue reading
Captive love My lady of May became my Summer lover. My kind and sweet woman had seized my heart and she awoke my slumbering heart. I want to whisper to her.… Continue reading
The darkest days Winter of 1992 is holding on and I’m hiding out on Highway one. I brought the vodka and pineapple juice to Big Sur. Me and my soldier friend Padget are… Continue reading
The sea is near A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words The sea is near “We poets in our youth begin with gladness; But thereoff in the end despondency and madness”- Wordsworth “Soldier,… Continue reading
Parable of Celia A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Parable of Celia She sat alone by the peaceful lake. Her pale legs and bare feet being sun-kissed by the late Spring sun.… Continue reading