‘Free-falling’
Free-falling A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Free-falling (A unforgettable muse) Once we were the crazy ones. We believed in love and we believed in forever. We were sweet Summer red wine… Continue reading
Free-falling A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Free-falling (A unforgettable muse) Once we were the crazy ones. We believed in love and we believed in forever. We were sweet Summer red wine… Continue reading
My Winter love Pretty German girl whispered to me sweet and tender words at the German tavern. Dear Johnnie. Only wine become better with time and people who dance on nails and lies.… Continue reading
Sweet bondage. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Many kinds of beauty. Elixir of the sweet kiss and to get lost in the eye of the woman with the sea in her clear blue… Continue reading
Dear Autumn Christine A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Dear Autumn Christine I remember when I saw you standing alone and I went to you. I told you. You are so damn… Continue reading
Only you A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poetry of love Only you I drank in the beauty of river clear blue eyes. I watched you dance on the empty beach freely… Continue reading
Write on me A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Write on me The California Summer nights are here and you are with me my lover. I told the night stars. Thank you… Continue reading
The first time I saw your face-Two short poems A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words The first time I saw your face-Two short poems. ——— Paint me Elegant lady told me.… Continue reading
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… Continue reading
C’est la Mort A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Cest la Mort Tonight two shadows are dancing in Belton, Texas at a dance hall. Old soldiers dancing with a pretty Texas girl… Continue reading
—————————————————— Let’s pretend my lover. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Let’s pretend my lover Once we were Hemingway and Agnes. We drank, we made love and we had enough. The damn… Continue reading