I saw a face…
I saw a face.. I saw a face in the distance. A beautiful tempting face.The face brought back a sweet memory,was once a sweet memory. She walked toward me and she embraced me… Continue reading
I saw a face.. I saw a face in the distance. A beautiful tempting face.The face brought back a sweet memory,was once a sweet memory. She walked toward me and she embraced me… Continue reading
Old Monterey and Hemingway.. I was looking for my friend Hemingway on the Monterey pier. They hid him away. My old eyes found him moved, near the sea on Monterey wharf. We stood… Continue reading
You are my Spring blessing.. Loveliest girl in my world, she drank her morning coffee and her tan bare feet moving with the morning song of the birds and the nearby sea. The… Continue reading
Little wildflower.. My raven hair beauty sitting in the valley of wildflowers. Her river blue eyes are swimming in the beauty of the warm and the perfect Spring days. I sat at her… Continue reading
I remember you.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old thoughts and poetry I remember you.. You taught me what love was.You taught me what tenderness could be my Scotland beauty.You painted my world… Continue reading
I’m nothing without you.. We are standing on a dangerous edge. Our sweet love had turned cold.You do not know what to do. Fight for our love or take flight. I know the… Continue reading
It is okay honey. I will be alright A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just a few words. It is okay honey. I will be alright.. I love you still.Far away or near.You have… Continue reading
Resembled love A Poem by Coyote Poetry True love is rare and hard to find. Resembled love.. Pretty as a perfect picture and she gave me sly smile and a wink.I was weary… Continue reading
Wild Maria, dancing Maria, my Winter storm. The crimson night, the thunder storms of life had brought me to you. I watched you from a distance and I dreamed of moonlight nights, feeling… Continue reading
Steal a memory, borrow a memory… The dilemma of a long life. The restless heart learn to adore old memories. The fortune of youth become eloquence words on a sheet of paper. We… Continue reading