The dance..Love is a wild dance.Make us hold on tightly deep into the midnight hour.Holding the embrace and honoring the sweet kiss.The breaking dawn begin to create separation.The once perfect dance because distance… Continue reading
God A Poem by Coyote Poetry God is in our heart. In what we say and do. God is not found in the church. It is how we look at life and how we… Continue reading
The gray whale… Empty bottles of tequila and whiskey sitting on the floor. Unshaven man stared at a empty walls. He is sitting at a small table. On the table a 30/30 rifle… Continue reading
My Joan of arc.. Dear beautiful poet, please write on my bare skin, I love you, I love you. Please let’s lay bare and pray. The night will be never-ending. You and me,… Continue reading
Some days are better.. Old age had taught me.Bad days become less painful andstruggles make us solid people. I raised four children.Strong and beautiful.I learn the value of life.Children at your feet, laughter… Continue reading
Come live with me and be my love A Poem by Coyote Poetry I stole a line from the great writer Christopher Marlowe Come live with me and be my love (Come live… Continue reading
The Chelsea hotel A Poem by Coyote Poetry I went to New York a few times. I stayed in the Park and wrote poetry in the day and drank in the dark taverns at… Continue reading
Dreams can become nightmares. Nightmares can become sweet dreams one day. I don’t remember how you looked… I don’t remember how you looked. Your eyes were blue, maybe hazel green? Your hair golden blond or maybe… Continue reading
Could you, could we? Was a beautiful Michigan Summer day and I held her hand. We walked the circle at Lake St. Clair and she asked me. Could you, could we? Outrun the… Continue reading
Never talk to a stranger The last tavern on the Austin, Texas street “Fifth street”. Low music and people seeking conversation. Pretty lady sat with me and she ordered a double shot of… Continue reading