Dear Angela.
Angela A Poem by Coyote Poetry We can fall so low and deep. Need someone to pull us up to see daylight. Angela. Her beauty had lessened with time.The circle of darkness surrounded… Continue reading
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The blue-eyed girl.
The blue-eyed girl. “When you got nothing to lose.Can’t fall too far my friends.”I told a group of Poets outside the Monterey bookstore. A blue-eyed girl with hair of auburn stood her ground.Told… Continue reading
A dance with death.
A dance with Death. (If you are lucky. We get warnings to change our ways. Years ago I was trying to drink myself to death. A beautiful woman change my direction. Spirits with… Continue reading
Bad love and music by lovely Lindsey Stirling.
Bad love. I felt the darkness of the night overtaking the lights of the day. Stealing away the gentleness that is left in me. The once sweet memories had turn to a cancer.… Continue reading
She told me. Love demand payment. And a wonderful Nick Cave and P.J Harvey song.
She told me. Love demand payment. Perfect beauty. Wearing Summer dress of white. Her soft shoulders showed tempting kiss and caress. She knew she had my attention. I watched her sun-kissed legs of… Continue reading
I knew we were running and escaping love touch in the same second.
I knew we were running and escaping love touch in the same second. (If we do not kiss. Will I miss the kiss?) I went to Ann Arbor looking for a memory and… Continue reading
The white wolf and the raven.
The white wolf and raven dance. 1- Nocturnal life she wanted. But the raven befriended the quiet white wolf. She wanted quiet, she tried to forget. The screams of the dead. They murdered… Continue reading
Fable love.
(I behold today the first warm day of Spring. I’m finding hope and energy in the new-born flowers and the new greenery of the forest.) Fable love. I have been swimming in the… Continue reading
The hanging tree. And a wonderful Rachel Zegler song.
The hanging tree. In 1991, I needed nothing, I wanted nothing. I was seeking the good death. A pretty lady with the saddest eyes in Michigan, she asked me. What are seeking Johnnie?… Continue reading
Ghosts and shadows. Three chapters.
Ghosts and shadows. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Life is accepting life as-is. Maybe we have enough. Ghost and shadows- chapter one. Beautiful Tanya waited patiently with the kind morning sun upon her face. … Continue reading