The dance…
The dance A Poem by Coyote Poetry Many kinds of opportunities for the dance. A wise person is fearless in life. If you take no chances. You won’t know what you could of done… Continue reading
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Beautiful Laura, sat by the sea…
Beautiful Laura, sat by the sea A Poem by Coyote Poetry Beautiful places and things can’t be forgotten. Beautiful Laura sat by the sea.. I sat in a field of wildflowers.The scent of… Continue reading
Broken bones, unkempt promises…
Broken bones, unkempt promises A Poem by Coyote Poetry This poem had been dancing in my head for days. I hope you enjoy. Broken bones, unkempt promises… Fools’ dances in wishes and dreamers… Continue reading
What will I remember?
What will I remember? A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is long. People are many. What is truly important? What will I remember? Days pass by. Life goes on. What will I hold on… Continue reading
Your love’s, like heroin…
Your love’s, like Heroin… Lace and silk, whiskey and sin, pain and misery we loved. I loved to watch you paint your beautiful face and I told you. You are a natural beauty.… Continue reading
The old soldier..
The old Soldier… A Story by Coyote Poetry Only Soldiers understand what another soldier had saw and felt. Strangers to war and violence cannot understand. When you are near death for too long. You… Continue reading
Secret love and hidden wants…
Secret love and hidden wants… Fiery eyes woman watched the Poet read his words at the Poetry reading at the Monterey coffee house.Her sweet voice like sweet honeys asked him as he sat… Continue reading
The walls and the damn mirrors…
The walls and the damn mirrors A Poem by Coyote Poetry Can’t hide what we became when we see our reflection in the mirrors The walls and the damn mirrors.. My father told… Continue reading
My lovely Marcella. My muse by the sea.
My lovely Marcella. My muse by the sea. A Poem by Coyote Poetry My lovely Marcella. My muse by the sea. Beautiful California for us to behold. Enter a love for the ages with one sweet… Continue reading
Tattoos..
Tattoos The pretty lady had many tattoos on her skin and she allowed few to see them. I told her. I own four tattoos and each one with a story. I believe… Continue reading