My beautiful Daniela..
My beautiful Daniela A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sweet memories of youth. Written in 1978. My beautiful Daniela. (Written when my heart and soul was alive and free to love without fear. Written in… Continue reading
My beautiful Daniela A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sweet memories of youth. Written in 1978. My beautiful Daniela. (Written when my heart and soul was alive and free to love without fear. Written in… Continue reading
Please follow me and I will follow you… 1- She was my favorite girl in Monterey. She could paint her world and she wrote like Mark Twain. She was stubborn gal from Ohio… Continue reading
The waltz … We were doing a waltz upon the quiet beach. The waves were the orchestra and the wind was whispering a love song. I tossed you into a twirl and I brought her back to… Continue reading
Purgatory Inn and no place to go. I have the long Island ice tea fresh and cold.Bartender keep them coming.They love the big tippers.Purgatory Inn is open early and closes late.Safe place for… Continue reading
The sweat, the blood and the tears. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Karma is a fair judge. You will pay in double for sins done without concern for another. The sweat, the blood… Continue reading
Bridgette wrote Painted words are what the writer understand. Wisp and grasps of sweet dreams are the last myth of emotions for love and words. Dead writer in the Winter of his life.… Continue reading
Sacrificial meal.. She was a tall, long legged Texas girl and she gave me a coy smile.Somehow I caught her attention. I knew, a pursued man are just cattlewaiting to be slaughter. She… Continue reading
Everything A Poem by Coyote Poetry How much do we truly need? Everything.. If I lost everything. Would I become afraid? We live in a time. Where needing more and more is the… Continue reading
The untold story.. I have wore a necklace of pig skin rope and white crystal for 35 years. My most prize thing I keep now, upon my neck. Once a celestial beauty, we… Continue reading
The word-man. (Need men of woman to write the truth. Thank you for Hemingway, Kosinski, Twain and Nevil Shute. They wrote about the truth. The word-man must leave the truth behind. Maybe someone… Continue reading