The Coyote and the Raven dance…
The Coyote and Raven dance… The Coyote was dancing for the half-moon, he moved and weaved into the deep forest and he knew. His beautiful friend was watching him celebrate the night. The… Continue reading
The Coyote and Raven dance… The Coyote was dancing for the half-moon, he moved and weaved into the deep forest and he knew. His beautiful friend was watching him celebrate the night. The… Continue reading
Wild as the wind… I told her. I need more of your kisses; I need more of your poetry verses by the sea. I needed you yesterday, I need you today and I… Continue reading
The dance… Love is a wild dance.Make us hold on tightly deep into the midnight hour.Holding the embrace and honoring the sweet kiss.The breaking dawn begin to create separation.The once perfect dance… Continue reading
Lost in the abyss of you…. Can sleeping men sleep find peace? My mind wandered to faraway places to when I was brave. My youthful heart believed in love; I believe I could… Continue reading
On the thread of a word A Poem by Coyote PoetryEvery word had meaning. On the thread of a word A Poem by Coyote PoetryTalk softly, be kind. Love is tender and soft. Can be… Continue reading
Dreams, wishes and whispers. A Poem by Coyote PoetryBeautiful faces appear making you wish for different decisions and better endings. Dreams, wishes and whispers….. Old age make us ponder thoughts and decisions.We travel… Continue reading
Tattoos A Poem by Coyote PoetryOld stories become better with time. Tattoos…. My pretty lady friend with tattoos on her back and legs. She asked me. Do you like my tattoos? I… Continue reading
Nothing will last forever A Poem by Coyote PoetryWritten in 1989 Nothing will last forever…. She sat alone. Her lingering tears falling down her beautiful face. I have told her often. Nothing last… Continue reading
(Dreams can become nightmares. Nightmares can become sweet dreams one day. Written in 1984) I don’t remember how you looked….. I don’t remember how you looked. Your eyes were blue, maybe hazel green? Your… Continue reading
Happy or sad?… Pretty poet asked, Monterey dark poet, are you drinking by the sea tonight? He looked at her pretty face and he whispered. The sea is kind, always near me now.… Continue reading