An empty book..
An empty book. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Need to enjoy life. A good life is many friends and a lot of laughter. An empty book. An empty book is a lonely story.The… Continue reading
An empty book. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Need to enjoy life. A good life is many friends and a lot of laughter. An empty book. An empty book is a lonely story.The… Continue reading
Angela A Poem by Coyote Poetry We can fall so low and deep. Need someone to pull us up to see daylight. Angela.. Her beauty had lessen with time.The circle of darkness surrounded… Continue reading
My last stand will be in New York City… I want to go to New York City.Sit on a park bench in Central Park where Leonard Cohen sat with Joplin,whispering stories of things to… Continue reading
Big Sur a-dreaming. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I need a trip. You are invited. Most beautiful and peaceful place. Big Sur, Ca. Big Sur a-dreaming… A un-mark road with a small sign will… Continue reading
A Story by Coyote Poetry A Native American tale. The song of fall.. Warm days, cold nights.Create an restless passion.I can hear the whisper of the windon a solitary hill. Old Mother Nature… Continue reading
My dearest love, where did you go? One I found you and you found me. We loved Monterey and we were sea-dancers. We drank the tequila by the light of the moon and… Continue reading
Sin is sin, till we partake…. He told the pretty Irish girl, sin is sin till we partake in her sweetness. Then the sin become a part of us, we will accept willingly.… Continue reading
The painted memories.. Mia, the pretty artist on the Monterey pier. She love to paint the sea and the faces of people. She told me often. Johnnie, we need painted memories for our… Continue reading
Maybe Florence, maybe Basel… Once beautiful Swiss gal befriended me in the late Spring of 1979. We met in London and she told me. London is okay, but Florence in the month of… Continue reading
Drinking in the night, drinking in the mornings… Some mini-poetry. 1- I love the April rain, I love the smell of April. Life seem to come alive and I awake from my Winter… Continue reading