Into the west…
Into the west. A Poem by Coyote Poetry July poetry number three… Into the west… Westward bound winds are calling my name and the Pacific ocean is whispering to me. Please Johnnie, please come… Continue reading
Into the west. A Poem by Coyote Poetry July poetry number three… Into the west… Westward bound winds are calling my name and the Pacific ocean is whispering to me. Please Johnnie, please come… Continue reading
3 am poetry.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry July poetry number two… 3 am poetry.. 1- She flashed her eyes at me she told him. Johnnie, Johnnie, be bold and careless with me. I… Continue reading
The echoes of yesterday. A Poem by Coyote Poetry July poetry number one… The echoes of yesterday… I wonder do we listen to the echoes? The echoes of yesterday, I can hear them whispering… Continue reading
When God laughs A Poem by Coyote Poetry I read Jack London book today “When God laughs.” It is a amazing book. Quotes and words from a amazing writer Jack London and friends.… Continue reading
My great love.. Do we support to love but once? Where have my ancient lover’s gone? Chain of passion and spiritual journeys leaveme with kind faces in dreams. Everlasting smiles so rare they… Continue reading
Around and around we shall go. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is chance and opportunity. Better to be kind and hope for a good ending. Around and around we go… Around and… Continue reading
Mirrored soul…. The half-drunk poet told the beloved night. I saw the veil of heaven and I have tasted death breathe. I am the son of the forest, the water and the… Continue reading
Lady bug wishes… My dear Ojibwa grandmother told me. If a ladybug lands on you. You can make a wish. Only one. I told my grandchildren. If you see a butterfly dancing in… Continue reading
My lovely lady… You laughed at me as I told you. I love you so, my lovely lady. You make my life midnight dances and I love you honey kisses. You are my… Continue reading
The dance of the Gypsies. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love, song and dance, blood and the road. The dance of the Gypsies… I was in downtown Cologne, Germany in 1979.Watching dark eyes… Continue reading