Gypsy soul. And a beautiful Ayla Schafer song.
Gypsy soul Once, I walked in the clouds, The highest Honduras mountains, I stood upon. I was a free man. Once, I danced with the Pacific, the Winter storms taught me. We are… Continue reading
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Dear Sheena and an amazing Scottish song.
(April is poetry month. New poetry number twenty-nine.) Dear Sheena Once upon a time, I danced with a Scottish beauty. Gentle voice, lovely accent, I adored. We learn to know love and I… Continue reading
A Spring Day. We need.
(April is poetry month. Mew poetry number twenty-eight.) A Spring Day. We need. 1- Careless words, careless thoughts. They can make us blind to the truth. 2- Like this, she told me. Take… Continue reading
A naked woman.
A naked woman A Poem by Coyote Poetry A naked woman (A wise artist once said. To see a nude woman is more wonderful then 1000 beautiful paintings… Continue reading
Love and hate.
Love and hate. Sitting by the Monterey Bay alone.Thinking about a missed woman.I made a wish.It wasn’t the first star,but I made the wish anyway. Stars so very bright, so many I can’t… Continue reading
Sweet Peggy.
Sweet Peggy. She is sitting alone in the warm Florida’s evenings. She is raw, sexy and like a wild cat in the tropics. She is hungry, desperate and passionate. Her dreams are confused,… Continue reading
Sin, gin and skin.
(April is poetry month. New poetry number twenty-eight.) Sin, gin and skin. The bar poet, the bar storyteller told stories to the desperate people. He told them, we will have rainy days and… Continue reading
Walking in the graveyard. Ghost whispering to me. A amazing song.
(April is poetry month. New poetry number twenty-seven..) Walking in the graveyard. Ghost whispering secrets to me. 1- The dead do not talk no-more. If you listen well. You can hear whispering of… Continue reading
Arousing illusion.
Arousing illusion. Old man told the kid sitting with him at the bar.The senses. Taste, smell, sight, touch and hearing.Make us live and die in them.Make us want things we cannot have and… Continue reading
Whim and follies.
Whim and follies. I told her. Sometimes good to go slow.Men will eat and eat, not stopping to taste or digest the food.He will forget to cherish the taste,the gentle touch and the… Continue reading