The sea.
The sea. The old poet told the young poets, old ladies and the kids. 1- Bit by bit, piece by piece. We are create puzzles with our words. We must be kind to… Continue reading
Tag Archive: the sea
Maybe, one more cup of Irish coffee.
Maybe, one more cup of Irish coffee. I remember the fragrance of her. She smelled like the sea and Irish whiskey. I knew I wanted her on a summer day. She played her… Continue reading
My singing nightingale.
My singing Nightingale.. 1- Merrily, merrily, we shall go. We will freely escape, seeking the sun, seeking the sea. We may find love? We may hear the Nightingale song. We may find the… Continue reading
We danced for the sea, and we prayed to the goddess of the sea for more.
We danced for the sea, and we prayed to the Goddess of the sea for more. I called her my honey, I called her dear Jenny and she called me. The mountain who… Continue reading
Resembled love.
Resembled love A Poem by Coyote Poetry True love is rare and hard to find. Resembled love. Pretty as a perfect picture and she gave me sly smile and a wink.I was weary… Continue reading
I serenaded to the paragon of beauty.
serenaded to the paragon of beauty. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We were shadows dancing upon the beach. Safe from the peril of real life I serenaded to the paragon of beauty. On… Continue reading
A woman, like you.
A woman, like you. Me and my sweet love sat on a bench at the Monterey pier on a warm Winter Day in 1992.I held her tightly and I whispered softly into her… Continue reading
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
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
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