Are we beggars for love?
Are we beggars for love?… We love them, we need them and we learn. Women honor men with the gift of love. Dark thoughts, white thoughts we may have. All our dreams start… Continue reading
Are we beggars for love?… We love them, we need them and we learn. Women honor men with the gift of love. Dark thoughts, white thoughts we may have. All our dreams start… Continue reading
You are in Paris and I’m here A Poem by Coyote PoetryWe cannot forget love. You are in Paris and I’m here… I hurt myself again today and I allowed you into my… Continue reading
The poet and the naked lady… I fell in love with a long-legged woman, her eyes of never-ending questions and her flowing auburn hair stole my voice and my eyes. I ate breakfast… 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
I live you Baby…. I told my lover, never regret anything that can make you smile. I told her, come hither, come closer. I told her as we slow danced to the warmest… Continue reading
Love is like a hammer… I left Michigan in 1991 and I sat in the jazz club at 12 pm, trying to write a poem. The Jazz man was playing the songs, so… 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