Would you, could you….
O so sweet, O so soft…. My dearest miracle, I was alone till you blessed me with your sweet kiss and your gentle voice. Once I asked you.Would you, could you, love me?… Continue reading
O so sweet, O so soft…. My dearest miracle, I was alone till you blessed me with your sweet kiss and your gentle voice. Once I asked you.Would you, could you, love me?… Continue reading
In the field of perfection A Poem by Coyote Poetry Perfect place, rarely knowns. In the field of perfection I wished upon the first star of the new night, I wished for warm Spring… Continue reading
We need easy days and kind evenings my love My pretty lady, my life, my love. The world is hard and we need to be sweet to each other. Too many naysayers and… Continue reading
A Monterey Summer day The poet sat alone drinking his coffee near the Monterey Bay. He was 35 years old and he felt like he had lived five lifetimes. The soldiers in his… Continue reading
Happy or sad? Pretty Irish girl with eyes of river blue. I saw heaven in her eyes and I told her. “Dear Colleen, never dance with the devil, never make promises, you cannot… Continue reading
Over and over again I’m trying to run from your memory and when you appear in my dreams.You whispered to me in a sweet dream.“Over and over my dearest,we can run but we… Continue reading
Don’t give-up I changed face, I changed cities and played the jester well.I believed the stories in the wind, I believed in the voices of the traitors who forsaken my generation.I fought ghost… Continue reading
Everything was you A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Everything was you Waking up alone. Booze, blood and nothing is all I got. I have gone crazy and… Continue reading
The storm We painted pretty pictures into the sand and we danced on cloud nine on the mountain peaks. We got lost on highway 69 and we didn’t want to be… Continue reading
The September song…. The leave are turning and the nights are cooler. The children are playing outside, enjoying the last days of Summer. I have become like the Autumn, my once young and … Continue reading