The sea, the wishes..
The sea, the wishes.. Lovely poet measured him with her gentle blue eyes and she watched how he spoke the words. She listened to his words and she adored the Monterey Dark Poet… Continue reading
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The prettiest gal in town..
The prettiest gal in town A Poem by Coyote PoetryJust words for a pretty memory. The prettiest gal in town… She wore her Summer dresses year around. She loved the Monterey weather and she… Continue reading
Blame not the kiss..
Blame not the kiss A Poem by Coyote Poetry Long Summer days bring hope and dreams of hope. Blame not the kiss.. The pen and paper cannot give justice to your beautiful face.Words… Continue reading
Dreams, yesterday and love..
Short poetry. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I found some short poetry from 1989. I hope you like. 1- Dreams..I could of touched every dream. My sweet dreams went fleeting away,when you did… Continue reading
Ann Arbor..
The drunken poet drank his Jack Daniel and cold tap beer in the Michigan tavern. A young man sat with him and ordered a double of whiskey and lowered his head down and… Continue reading
Let’s drink and pray for more..
Let’s drink and pray for more.. Wild child danced alone on Austin Dance floor,barely old enough to be in the dark taverns of Downtown Austin.Her wild eyes searched for what she needed. I… Continue reading
The prettiest gal in my town..
The prettiest gal in my town A Poem by Coyote PoetryJust words for a pretty memory. The prettiest gal in my town… She wore her Summer dresses year around. She loved the Monterey weather… Continue reading
Dream a little dream..
Dream a little dream… The Dark Poet didn’t want to see the light. The pretty Poet demanded attention and answer. She told him, all of us need to dream a little dream. He… Continue reading
Why do we write story and poetry?
Why do we write story and poetry? A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old wise saying. “Nothing good to say. Say nothing.” Poetry, my dear friends,is a sacred incarnation of a smile.Poetry is a sigh… Continue reading
Katie wrote..
Katie 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