A Summertime love…
A Summertime love.. Dear Veronica, she knew I adored her.She sat near me and her bare feet caressed the softness of the grass.She asked me. Would you love me when my ginger hair… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Poet
Unpaid debts..
You left me a unpaid debt, that must be kept. Once you promised me everything. Now you have besieged my heart and I am willing to love you, forever and a day. And… Continue reading
Love didn’t break my heart. Life did.
Love didn’t break my heart. Life did.. He told the beautiful Gypsy girl near the Monterey bay. Love didn’t break my heart. Life did. I am so tire young lady. I allowed vice… Continue reading
Wandering soldier..
Wandering soldier.. The wandering soldier, he loved the sin, he loved the gin and he wanted a good death. The wise soldiers know life don’t wait for you. You must seek life, know… Continue reading
The poet, the dancer and the artist..
The poet, the dancer and the artist… It was last warm days of Summer, the late August warm days were appreciated. Two men and one woman are drinking their coffee near the Port… 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
The illusion of love..
The illusion of loveA Poem by Coyote Poetry (Sometime we want what we cannot have. ) The illusion of love.. I held you so tightly. We found paradise by the midnight moon.I was seeing… Continue reading
Shadows..
Shadows..(A poem to remember my dear sister. She left my world and I miss her voice.) My sister told me. You have changed and you saw too much shit andyour mind and eyes… Continue reading
Paint me..
Paint me.. Elegant lady told me. Life is hard and the night is long my love.We must bathe in the kindness of the long midnight.Kind night allowed us to adrift in the safety… Continue reading
Pfeiffer beach. Morning glory..
Morning glory A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good to open your eyes and see the glory of the new day and beauty near.” Morning glory… The smell of fresh coffee and pancakes cooking… Continue reading