You are my Springtime.
You are my Spring time. Cold days and colder nights, heavy clothing burden, I shall forget. You stand in the early June sun, showing me, tender shoulders blessed by the sun and your… Continue reading
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Everyone is a river.
She sat in her bra and pantie, her bare feet moving and dancing in water of Lake Superior. I adored watching her and I traced her body with my eyes. I loved her… Continue reading
Dance more, laugh more, live more. Six-word poetry.
Six words poetry… A Poem by Coyote Poetry My attempt at six words poetry. Six word poems….. 1- Dance more, laugh more, live more…. 2- Money is heavy, Love is light….. 3- Yesterday, tomorrow,… Continue reading
First and last thoughts of each day.
1- Dreams.I could have touched every dream. My sweet dreams went fleeting away,when you did not love me anymore.I didn’t know you were my fountain of hope and my muse in dreams and… Continue reading
Trying to lose your memory.
Trying to lose your memory. I tried to find peace and calm in the coffee houses of Monterey, drinking strong coffee and reading dead-end poetry at the nightly poetry readings. I thought I… Continue reading
Her Gypsy heart.
Her Gypsy heart. 1- Her eyes, clear blue like the sea, her voice, gentle and sweet. She told me, open the locked doors, wide. We decide if our life and journey is, a… Continue reading
The sea.
The perfect sea. The golden dust was upon us and the warm day made the sea sweeter and more wonderful. You released your sundress and swirl in a free-fall dance near the sea,… Continue reading
Morning glory.
Morning glory A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good to open your eyes and see the glory of the new day and beauty nearby. Morning glory. The smell of fresh coffee and pancakes cooking… Continue reading
Needing and bleeding.
Needing and bleeding A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love teaches us many things. Mainly hold on tight and be kind. Needing and bleeding. I have lived and died in your arms. You were… Continue reading
The lilac wine.
The lilac wine. 1- She told me, maybe, maybe not. Let’s allow the lilac wine, to write the story for us. 2- Life is many colors, we can paint her black, we can… Continue reading