I don’t remember how you looked.
I don’t remember how you looked. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old memories dance in my head. Dreams can become nightmares. Nightmares can become sweet dreams one day. I don’t remember how you… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Sweetness of wine
Don’t look at me with disappointment.
Don’t look at me with disappointment. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Better to walk alone then to walk with the dead in spirit. Don’t look at me with disappointment. … Continue reading
My lovely Beatrice. My muse by the sea.
My lovely Beatrice. My muse by the sea. A Poem by Coyote Poetry My lovely Beatrice. My muse by the sea. Beautiful California for us to behold. Enter a love for the ages… Continue reading
Vinegar and sweet wine.
Vinegar and sweet wine A Poem by Coyote Poetry Funny how life can get twisted. For the bad and the good. … Continue reading
Young men dream and old men wish.
Young men dream and old men wish. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Age make us kinder and wiser. Must fall down many times to appreciate life. Young men dream and old men… Continue reading
Dreaming of you and Big Surf.
Dreaming of you and Big Surf (I tell the kids. Live before work steals your soul and dreams. Life need to be sweet pleasure and many journeys to find gifts of laughter and… Continue reading
Sweat and tears.
Sweat and tears. (Youth is like a bitter-sweet wine. Need to take small sips and swim in the precious moments.) Old man listening to a young man stories in the corner of the… Continue reading
Sweet whispers and dreams of paradise in your eyes.
Sweet whispers and dreams of paradise in your eyes. The voice of Leonard Cohen singing in the background. I read words from a beautiful woman in a new journal. Sweet offering of love… Continue reading
Fool’s wish. Lover’s hold on.
Fool’s wish. Lover’s hold on. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love is all we got. Love for your lover, family and life. Give us reasons to be alive. Dreams can become nightmares. Nightmares… Continue reading
Fool’s wish. Lover’s hold on.
Fool’s wish. Lover’s hold on. (Written on 19 April 1985) I remember when I rushed home to fall into your arms. We would make love till the morning lights appears. I was intoxicated… Continue reading