Dear Julie.
Dear Julie A Poem by Coyote Poetry A letter in a sense. Dear Julie. My merciful friend.I received your letter.I was at my worst.Your kind words of love and devotion made me dream… Continue reading
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I serenaded to the paragon of beauty.
serenaded to the paragon of beauty. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We were shadows dancing upon the beach. Safe from the peril of real life I serenaded to the paragon of beauty. On… Continue reading
Father’s burden.
(Last day with my father.) He left me with strength and wisdom. We must do the right things. Father’s burden. A Poem by Coyote Poetry My father taught me to appreciate laughter and woman. … Continue reading
The karma of love.
The karma of love A Poem by Coyote Poetry “When we are young. We waste the gift of love.” The Karma of Love.Written on 5 March 1985 I remember when the sparkles in… Continue reading
A woman, like you.
A woman, like you. Me and my sweet love sat on a bench at the Monterey pier on a warm Winter Day in 1992.I held her tightly and I whispered softly into her… Continue reading
Poesy.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Thank you, Dryden for your poetry. Gave me reason to write today.” Poesy. (For Dryden) True Poets dodge the falseness of fame.They allow praise to fall from their… Continue reading
Poetry for nature.
Poetry for nature. 1- The mountain range, standing strong and beautiful.Art for the people who love the open and free spaces.The free climbers love the hard climbs and unknown endings.Finding secret and unknown… Continue reading
Wild horses and a lovely Bishop Briggs song.
Wild horses.. 1- She as a blooming flower of nineteen, her eyes filled with the glittering of never-ending madness. She wanted ancient cities and aged wines. She wanted to learn the tango and … Continue reading
Swiftly love can come.
Swiftly love can come. Swiftly love can come, swiftly love can go away. Today we walked the Port Austin pier, one mile into the beauty of Lake Huron. And the world is so… Continue reading
The misery, the whiskey. A Texas story.
The misery and the whiskey. I returned from the war in 1993, and I tried to find peace in the Long Island ice teas in the Belton Texas dance hall. I went early… Continue reading