Under the willow tree. We danced.
Under the willow tree. We danced. Once we held love over everything. Love was holy and a joy. Were a blessing and a gift. Now like sleeping flowers in the Winter. The feeble… Continue reading
Under the willow tree. We danced. Once we held love over everything. Love was holy and a joy. Were a blessing and a gift. Now like sleeping flowers in the Winter. The feeble… Continue reading
Idyllic. We shall know never-more, we shall know ever-more and we one day. We shall know nothing more. Once wise writer told us. Death is when we become forgotten. Once brave man danced… Continue reading
Scarborough fair. I once dance with the prettiest gal at the Scarborough fair. I told her, I wanted to marry her and to make her smile every day of her life. She smiled… Continue reading
Hemingway whiskey. Old man wrote into his journal, my secrets, my sins, my indiscreet deeds. Will never be written or spoken aloud. They would die with me. He told the young people, keep… Continue reading
I don’t want flowers. I need you here. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Appreciation and real gifts of love lead to good places. I don’t want flowers. I need you. (We forget what we… Continue reading
Looking for beautiful Sara.. 1- Once he loved a beautiful gal and he told her.I am Winter and you are Spring.He told her on a cold Winter Day.Beautiful Sara, please sing to me,… Continue reading
I want to love you like. I want to love you like we are babies just learning to love. I want you to undress with the lights on, allowing me to see your… Continue reading
Jazzy Monday. Old love… She called me at midnight and she asked me. Johnnie, Johnnie. Do you remember me? I am so damn lonely tonight and please Johnnie. Can I come to you tonight?I… 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 sea dancer. She was a dancer and I was the Monterey Irish Pub drunk. She could paint the sea, she could paint the forest and she could paint beautiful faces and beautiful… Continue reading