Poesy.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Thank you, Dryden for your poetry. Gave me reason to write today.” Poesy. (For Dryden) True Poets dodge the falseness of fame.They allow praise to fall from their… Continue reading
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Wild horses and a lovely Bishop Briggs song.
Wild horses.. 1- She as a blooming flower of nineteen, her eyes filled with the glittering of never-ending madness. She wanted ancient cities and aged wines. She wanted to learn the tango and … Continue reading
Swiftly love can come.
Swiftly love can come. Swiftly love can come, swiftly love can go away. Today we walked the Port Austin pier, one mile into the beauty of Lake Huron. And the world is so… Continue reading
In your eyes.
In your eyes A Poem by Coyote Poetry We can feel like kings or paupers when a woman blesses you with love and kindness. In your eyes. In your eyes.I’m everything,the sun and… Continue reading
Sweet pleasures and rare delights.
Sweet pleasure and rare delight. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some memories become sweeter with time. Sweet pleasure and rare delights. Sweet pleasure, rare delights.Some dreams should not be touched.They burn the heart till… Continue reading
Some words for dear Cheryl.
Some words for dear Cheryl. 1- We were leftover people and we became so damn lost. We sought each other to seek and know comfort and we didn’t know. We forgot kindness, we… Continue reading
Do more.
Do more. 1- I was blindsided by her. Her eyes, bright and demanding. I asked her. What do you need my lovely? She gave me a devilish smile and she told me. Give… Continue reading
Damned if you do, damned if you don’t.
Damned if you do, damned if you don’t. My friend told me. Be careful Johnnie. She is a feral cat. Can’t tame or keep in the house. She had ginger hair and eyes… Continue reading
Under the willow tree. We danced.
Under the willow tree. We danced. Once we held love over everything. Love was holy and a joy. Were a blessing and a gift. Now like sleeping flowers in the Winter. The feeble… Continue reading
Scarborough Fair.
Scarborough fair. I once dance with the prettiest gal at the Scarborough fair. I told her, I wanted to marry her and to make her smile every day of her life. She smiled… Continue reading