Once upon a time..
Once upon a time.. I returned to Akron in 1980. I was looking for a sweet memory In 1973 at my fifteen birthday party. The prettiest friend of my sister gave me a… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Writing
The Gypsy dance..
The Gypsy dance.. Late at night on the Monterey bay.If you listen well,can hear the strong voices and song of the Gypsies.They gather in the Winter to celebrate life and death at the… Continue reading
Blindfolded and weightless..
Blindfolded and weightless.. I watched your tone and beautiful legs move on the dance floor. Legs that make a man beg for mercy before he had sins. Your short skirt showed silky and… Continue reading
The brown eyes girl..
The brown eyes girl A Poem by Coyote PoetrySome woman make you wish you were young and free again. They bring to life the desire for you to want to be wild and crazy… Continue reading
A little crazy..
A little crazy…. She told me, don’t matter, who is right, who is wrong. We are what we are. All I know, you take me where I want to go. You are my… Continue reading
What is ugly? What is beautiful?
What is ugly? What is beautiful? He watched the pretty artist on the Monterey pier. He brought her coffee and a salad. He sat and he wrote words for no-one. “What is ugly?… Continue reading
Behold a beautiful rose..
Behold a beautiful rose.. If we behold a beautiful rose, we adore the the shape of her petals. A beautiful rose will be born in early June and it will decay with time.… Continue reading
The daylight fading..
The daylight fading…. Once the most kindest woman in Texas weaved me a safe place to be. Dearest Jayne use to hold me tightly and she sang songs of love to me late… Continue reading
We become, who we suppose to be. Part two.
We become, who we suppose to be. Part two. A Chapter by Coyote PoetryPart two. We become, who we suppose to be. (Part two)… It was late… Continue reading