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 spoken to cut down a sweet love.” The… Continue reading
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The cold night whispered..
The cold night whispered… The April rain hid my tears and I walked alone. Once great love turn indifferent and our love true turn to fathom dreams. We spoke careless words, maybe true,… Continue reading
Parable of Cecilia..
Parable of Cecilia A Poem by Coyote Poetrya great song. Parable of Cecilia.. She sat alone by the peaceful lake. Her pale legs and bare feet being sun-kissed by the late Spring sun. … Continue reading
Wild horses.. And a beautiful Bishop Briggs song.
Wild horses…. We laid bare on the patio, allowing the moonlight to caress our skin. She wanted to make love at the midnight hours on the closed-in patio, as the rain gentle fell.… Continue reading
Wild Maria, dancing Maria. My Winter storm.
Wild Maria, dancing Maria. My Winter storm…. The crimson night, the thunder storms of life had brought me to you. I watched you from a distance and I dreamed of moonlight nights, feeling… Continue reading
The human touch..
The human touch. A Poem by Coyote Poetry The easiest gift to give is concern, time and to listen. In a world of fast pace and little time. We must slow down and show… Continue reading
Drink before the war..
Drink before the war.. 1- Ben Jonson, ‘To Celia’.Drink to me only with thine eyes,And I will pledge with mine;Or leave a kiss but in the cup,And I’ll not look for wine.The thirst that… Continue reading
Cocoa beach..
Cocoa beach… I received a phone call. Sweet Peggy called and asked. Please come to see me. I live in Cocoa beach and I’m very lonely. I need a friend. I heard in… Continue reading
Dear Michigan…
Dear Michigan.. Promises made and promises broken, left me where I started. I left you in Michigan trying to find the place where I could feel alive. I found wars, new cities and… Continue reading
Ann Arbor..
The drunken poet drank his Jack Daniel and cold tap beer in the Michigan tavern. A young man sat with him and ordered a double of whiskey and lowered his head down and… Continue reading