The lost and found..
The lost and foundA Poem by Coyote Poetry (When love is misplaced. hard to find again. ) The lost and found.. I loved the Monterey nights. I would walk from Fort Ord, California to… Continue reading
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Wildest dreams,
Wildest dreams.. (Written in March 1980) Time had passed, old wounds are healed. The sorrow, doesn’t bleed no-more. Now the time, to be brave, to learn to live again. Find my wildest dreams… Continue reading
The echoes of yesterday..
The echoes of yesterday. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We must ensure. Today is our best day… The echoes of yesterday… I wonder do we listen to the echoes? The echoes of yesterday, I… Continue reading
My midnight dancer…
My midnight dancer… A pretty Gypsy girl, I watched her circle-dance with the sea. Spring Equinox brought me to the live music, the Gypsy girl befriended me in early Spring, she told me,… Continue reading
Need more word-men and word women..
Many years ago. In 1991 to 1993. I would read my poetry on the coastline of California. I had some fans too. Old woman and young girls. They called me the word man. I carry a… Continue reading
Please kiss me and tell me I am the only one..
Please kiss me and tell me I am the only one… She had waited a thousand days for him. War and confusion had made their love wait. They shared a 100 letters. Each… 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
A twisted lullaby, maybe?
A twisted lullaby, maybe? Was the first of June and Johnnie and Lucy wanted a adventure. Johnnie told his dear Lucy, I have loved you yesterday and today I love you more. She… Continue reading
A New Orleans lullaby…
A New Orleans lullaby… I was station at Fort Hood for six years. I was the Dancing Coyote, always seeking laughter, good drink and pretty ladies. I Befriended a New York state gal.… Continue reading