Mystical places.
Mystical places A Poem by Coyote Poetry First love, first real kiss and the first true words of love become mystical places where we can find in sweet dreams forever. Mystical places.. Many… Continue reading
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The wildflowers, the mystic dancers.
Was a perfect day, Lake St. Clair was dancing and the sun, sun-kissed my face. The grandchildren were enjoying the water and I sat reading my Jack London’s book “When gods laugh.” I… Continue reading
My Summer Day wish.
My Summer Day wish, my Fall moon blessing. 1- In your eyes, I saw the sea, I saw a miracle in those eyes of golden brown, you took my hands and I knew.… Continue reading
I need a long highway. Ride.
Ride. Locked doors, fixed schedules and somber life. Once wild beast can die and forget. Life is open doors, free days and vibrant life. My beautiful damsel. I hear your words. Life is… Continue reading
Wildflowers.
Wildflowers.. I have been laying in the cemetery of wars left and gone. Regrets dead and buried. Knowing old sins cannot be forgiven. I don’t seek forgiveness. I know you cannot be forgiven… Continue reading
No more goodbyes.
No more goodbyes A Poem by Coyote Poetry We will learn and know too many goodbyes in our life. No more goodbyes. I caressed her auburn hair. Wrapped my arms around her. I… Continue reading
Forgiveness.
Forgiveness. The man at the booth with the bible. Asked me do I needhelp? His eyes penetrated me like he could see me drowning in sin. I told him somethings in life can’t be forgiven. He… Continue reading
Let it be.
Let it be. Old man sitting alone. Sitting on the cliffs of Pacific Grove. You can see the Pacific ocean forever. Miles of the beautiful and powerful sea. He write… Continue reading
You can’t return from where you had left.
You can’t return from where you had left… A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poem from 1993 with a re-write You can’t return from where you had left…. (A Poet, is one, who… Continue reading
I need more barefoot days.
I need more barefoot days… I want to remember a beautiful Summer day, I want to remember a sweet woman face, I want to remember a kind woman voice. I do remember her… Continue reading