The waltz.
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
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The Coyote song, lest we forget.
Lest we forget. Lately the days have become slower and I want less. Once the wild Coyote ran and ran till he found some pleasure, some laughter and a safe place to rest.… Continue reading
Fabiola.
Fabiola.. (Now nothing remains the same) Your name came to me late in the midnight hour, brought back the canvas of your perfect body, your kind smile and your beautiful face. Your name,… Continue reading
You are my treasure.
You are my treasure. My lovely lady loved a slow Sunday and to bath for many hours in a hot bubble bath, jazz music and little conversation. I would wash her hair in… Continue reading
Old love. It is Jazzy Wednesday.
Old love. She called me at midnight and she whispered. Johnnie, Johnnie. Do you remember me? I am so damn lonely tonight and please Johnnie. Can I come to you tonight?I told her.… Continue reading
Open the door, my dear lover.
Open the door, my dear lover… I told the bartender at the Downtown Austin tavern; I was born sick. My mind twisted and wrong. I was born poor and now I have enough.… Continue reading
My siren.
My siren A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Sometimes we need beauty and mystery to keep our hope alive.” My Siren. The cold days of winter leave me longing and yearning for the hot days of… Continue reading
I remember you.
I remember you. A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Sometimes we must return to the beginning. To find the missing person in the mirror looking back.” I remember you. The summer days were long.The splendor… Continue reading
Love is, just another four-letter word.
Love is, just another four-letter word. A Poem by Coyote Poetry The word, Love is. Just another four-letter word. She was so tire of the useless words spoken to her. Now she sought the… Continue reading
No cure for love.
No cure for Love. (Sometime looking back in time. Bring back the bad times. As time pass.The bad times seem not so bad.) In the tar pits of blasphemy and disappointment.I tried to forget a… Continue reading