Summer of 42…
Summer of 42… I told the prettiest gal in Ann Arbor. You are my Summer blessing and my sweetest dreams. She asked me. Can we watch the Summer of 42 and Love story… Continue reading
Summer of 42… I told the prettiest gal in Ann Arbor. You are my Summer blessing and my sweetest dreams. She asked me. Can we watch the Summer of 42 and Love story… Continue reading
Broken bones, unkempt promises A Poem by Coyote Poetry This poem had been dancing in my head for days. I hope you enjoy. Broken bones, unkempt promises… Fools’ dances in wishes and dreamers… Continue reading
Tattoos The pretty lady had many tattoos on her skin and she allowed few to see them. I told her. I own four tattoos and each one with a story. I believe… Continue reading
Love, Dance and celebrate being alive… She was so beautiful. Five foot eleven inches in height. A slim and perfect body. Tan strong legs. I desired to caress the moment I saw her walk by… Continue reading
Fable love… I behold today the first warm day of Spring. I’m finding hope and energy in the new-born flowers and the new greenery of the forest. I have been swimming in the… Continue reading
Nothing last forever A Poem by Coyote Poetry We learn the value of words with life. Sometime words can be forgotten and dismissed. Nothing last forever.. (Written on March 6, 1989 I told… Continue reading
Sweet Peggy… She is sitting alone, in the warm Florida’s December rainy evening. She is raw, sexy and like a wild cat in the tropics. She is hungry, desperate and passionate. Her dreams are… Continue reading
Mademoiselle. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Third chapter of a tale. August new writing twenty-six. Mademoiselle.. Near her hotel as we walked, we heard music being played. Some hard rock and roll loud and… Continue reading
Mademoiselle. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Chapter one. I spend a week in London once. I read poetry at Hyde Park and befriended many. Mademoiselle… Once I sought peace in traveling and I needed… Continue reading
Blushing beauty stole my heart… The drunk poet, he loved the noisy Austin taverns. He liked the people who had fallen and they liked silence over worthless words. The sameness of faces made… Continue reading