Broken promise and forgotten places…
A Poem by Coyote Poetry” A wise man accept responsibility for his actions. “Broken promises and lost places… I remembered we had dreams of being barefoot in wildflowers fields and love was to… Continue reading
A Poem by Coyote Poetry” A wise man accept responsibility for his actions. “Broken promises and lost places… I remembered we had dreams of being barefoot in wildflowers fields and love was to… Continue reading
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
Love demand payment… The gentle lover whispered. Remember me and I will remember you. We are creatures of delight. Need torrent nights and warm morning kisses. She begin to shave my face. Her… Continue reading
Some days can be perfect A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is like the sea. We can be as powerful as a Winter storm or quiet as the smooth dance of the morning tide. … Continue reading
Fabiola…. (Now nothing remains the same) Your name came to me late in the midnight hour, brought back the canvas of your perfect body, your kind smile and your beautiful face. Your name,… Continue reading
The beauty and the sea… You saved me. You waited for me by the blessed Pacific ocean and you turned to me. You looked at me with your sea blue eyes and I… Continue reading
Just a Black Velvet lullaby… I wrote to a old journal in a Austin, Texas tavern in 1993. The poet don’t cry, he just write some more. Hemingway told us, we, who love… Continue reading
The Scarborough Fair… One ” I told the white cliffs of Dover. My wars are over and I have forgotten my face, my voice, my home . I have become a stranger.” Two … Continue reading
Gypsy soul… Once, I walked in the clouds, The highest Honduras mountains, I stood upon. I was a free man. Once, I danced with the Pacific, the Winter storms taught me. We… Continue reading
Lady of the lake ——————————————————————————————- We loved the weeping willows trees by the lake, we loved the month of July and August. Once I wanted death and my lady of the lake, whispered… Continue reading