Beautiful Marcella.
Dear Marcella. I knew I was Winter and you were the Spring kiss. You were the hurricane and I was the pond water. I wrote to dear Marcella, please give me one dance.… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Relationships
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
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
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
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
A New Orleans lullaby.
A New Orleans lullaby… I was station at Fort Hood for six years. I was the Dancing Coyote, always seeking laughter, good drink and pretty ladies. I Befriended a New York state gal.… Continue reading
You are my poetry my dearest love.
You are my poetry my dearest love.. I was a soldier, wandering the world seeking adventure and I learn. One day, I was alone. I learn, if you escape home for a long… Continue reading
I saw a face.
I saw a face.. I saw a face in the distance. A beautiful tempting face.The face brought back a sweet memory.Was once a sweet memory. She walked toward me and she embraced me… Continue reading
She was a sea dancer.
She was a sea dancer… She was a painter, part-time poet and she was a sea dancer. She could paint the sea, she could paint the forest and she would paint the faces… Continue reading