Love is blue.. And a amazing song.
Love is blue.. 1- You are. As pretty as a perfect painting and I adore your sacred shores. The moon is above us, lighting the night and my feet are touching the Summer… Continue reading
Love is blue.. 1- You are. As pretty as a perfect painting and I adore your sacred shores. The moon is above us, lighting the night and my feet are touching the Summer… Continue reading
“You taste like sunshine just like you’ve been kissed by the morning light and I was the darkness dancing with the stars carelessly, breathlessly and our lips meet softly. color creeping in the… Continue reading
“As long as the poet’s words live, the beloved will be, in a way, still alive too.”Shakespeare “If a writer falls in love with you, you can never die.”― Mike Everett“If a writer loves… Continue reading
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
The human touch. A Poem by Coyote Poetry The easiest gift to give is concern, time and to listen. In a world of fast pace and little time. We must slow down and show… Continue reading
The Loveliest girl in Monterey.. The loveliest gal in Monterey… she hated love and disliked men who begged for attention. I was the midnight poet and I would go to her shop in… Continue reading
Payment due.. The year 1991, late Winter. I finished my training at Fort Lee, Virginia. I received my orders, orders issued, sending me direct to Iraq. I took the long way home to… Continue reading
The last chance motel… Summer Texas night, cold drink and no-place to go. Michigan dreamer, drinking his Long Island teas and writing into a journal. “Song of my father, songs of the long highways,… Continue reading
I had a immortal love once… I told the whiskey glass. The worst sin done, is something we wanted to do and we didn’t do. Most of us learn too late. Words can… Continue reading
The pretty flower near the sea. A Poem by Coyote Poetry For a Monterey, Ca. friend. The pretty flower near the sea… I was station at Fort Ord for three years from December 1991… Continue reading