The Poet’s love-part two
The Poet’s love-part two A Chapter by Coyote Poetry More words. The Poet’s love- Trujillo, Spring 1986 Lawrence enjoyed the night life. He was a skilled Doctor with many opportunities. He decided… Continue reading
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“Delicate wings”
A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some people are more tender than others Delicate wings Beautiful Liz. Allowed me in. Her word and beauty memorized me. Woman who strip down their true cover… Continue reading
“Sanctuarties of the sweet kiss”
Sanctuaries of the sweet kiss and embrace A Poem by Coyote Poetry Best days of a life. When love is being born. Sanctuaries of the sweet kiss and embrace. My beautiful enchantress.… Continue reading
“I left a lady crying”
I left a lady crying A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just some words. I left a lady crying Lady true lay down alone. Words of love left her upside down and alone.… Continue reading
“Love is a careless child”
Love is a careless child A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Enjoy. Love is a careless child Her skin whiter than Winter snow and her trembling lips of soft pink tempted the… Continue reading
“Water and fire”
Water and fire A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Water and fire I told the Irish beauty in the tavern In Austin, Texas. Some men are dying and some men are living.… Continue reading
“The lost and found”
The lost and found A Poem by Coyote Poetry When love is misplaced. hard to find again. The lost and found I loved the Monterey nights. I would walk from Fort Ord,… Continue reading
“Killing me softly”
Killing me softly A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Killing me softly You are my barefoot dream and wish. I have loved you more than anyone or anything since you came to… Continue reading
“Jennifer”
Jennifer A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. I found the poem in a 25-year-old journal. Had to re-written. Jennifer I called my Jennifer from the pay-phone in downtown Monterey in early… Continue reading
I have no regrets
I have no regrets A Poem by Coyote PoetryBad days become less painful with time and distance. No regret I stopped in Ann Arbor in June, year 2000. I liked to swim in… Continue reading