The sheep and the wolf.
The sheep and the wolf. The man lifts his bottle of cheap wine,telling the passing people.“You can’t go back after the words are spokento cut down a sweet love.”The old man didn’t ask… Continue reading
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Dreams, wishes and reality.
Dreams, wishes and reality. A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Looking back in time. We realize we had a good life.” Dreams, wishes and reality. Best days in a life are simple and free.Good conversation… Continue reading
Love, dance and celebrate being alive.
The Pacific Love, Dance and celebrate being alive. She was so beautiful. Five foot eleven inches in height. A slim and perfect body. Tan legs I desired to caress the moment I saw her walk… Continue reading
Everyone is a river.
Everyone is a river A Poem by Coyote Poetry A poem, for my book, The Island.” Everyone… Continue reading
The rising sun, the falling moon.
The rising sun, the falling moon A Poem by Coyote PoetryA poem for my new book. The Island. The rising sun, the falling moon. Prettiest lady, I ever seen, she danced with… Continue reading
What will I remember? Merry Christmas to you.
What will I remember? A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Life is long. People are many. What is truly important?” What will I remember? Days pass by. Life goes on. What will I hold on… Continue reading
Je t’aime- I love you.
Je t’aime- I love you. You told me in Paris once. “Je t’aime my Johnnie.” Your words like sweet wine overtook my mind and heart. Today I remembered you. Dark brown eyes and… Continue reading
A little mercy now.
A little mercy now. I know, I am fragments of what I was. Once loudmouth and crazy man. His eyes are heavy with sadness and memories. He told the falling sun. The mercy… Continue reading
With open eyes.
With open eyes. I love the girl who can see beyond the lies. I love the girl who can watch the morning come alive. I love the girl who love books and adore… Continue reading
Please tell me a story.
Please tell me a story. Lovely lady watching the sun rising from the east. Her wandering mind is dancing upon yesterday’s deeds and today possibilities. I asked her. Pretty woman, please wrap your… Continue reading