Redemption day..
Redemption day… There is redemption for men seeking the hell-kiss. The hell-bound men are not seeking Jesus or the Devil. They have met both and they know. The gods are sleeping, they have… Continue reading
Redemption day… There is redemption for men seeking the hell-kiss. The hell-bound men are not seeking Jesus or the Devil. They have met both and they know. The gods are sleeping, they have… Continue reading
A lady vow.. 1- A lady vow, maybe true, maybe a lie? Her pretty words are just promises to be broken. Her gift of a smile, her gift of a sweet kiss. Maybe… Continue reading
The Waltz A Poem by Coyote PoetryThe ocean and love create emotions and passion that stay with us forever.” The waltz (Was publish in small press, many moon ago.) We were doing a waltz… Continue reading
Bare and true A Poem by Coyote Poetry Few times in a life. We open up to another and show them the real person. Bare and true… She was a noble beauty and … Continue reading
Silence and listen… Old man sitting alone and he is talking to the wind. Sending apologies to old memories.Once a proud man filled with self-praise and goals. Today the goals mean nothing.Pride just… Continue reading
I told her. I apology sweet Alison. Somewhere in time, the flowing river of love was murdered. I do not blame no-one. I have accepted my place. I have my journals, my pen… Continue reading
1- Lingering.. I remember you.Those lingering kisses andyour silken tender skin against me.Your love was holy and so sweet. 2- Cherish The aroma of Summer flowers upon your skin.Your perfect tan legs across… Continue reading
Strangers, trains and planes A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some people can’t be held down. Freedom is too valuable. Strangers, trains and planes She called my from Paris. She whispered I will be in… Continue reading
The black night and the shadow dance… A long time ago in the late night hours of Tubingen, Germany. You and I were wild and free. The yearly Summer festival was alive and… Continue reading
You are my treasure… A Poem by Coyote Poetry The cold of Winter is here. I need the comfort of the Spring days. ou are my treasure… My lovely lady loved a slow Sunday… Continue reading