Broken man prayer..
Broken man prayers A Poem by Coyote Poetry We pay for every sin my friend. Walk softly through life. Real and solid things come to us rarely.” … Continue reading
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My father’s burden..
(Last day with my father, Summer 1996.) He left me with strength and wisdom. We must do the right things. My father’s burden. A Poem by Coyote Poetry My father taught me to appreciate… Continue reading
Fool’s wish. Lover’s hold on..
(Dreams can become nightmares. Nightmares can become sweet dreams one day.) 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… Continue reading
Dream a little dream..
Dream a little dream.. The Dark Poet didn’t want to see the light. The pretty Poet demanded attention and answer. She told him, all of us need to dream a little dream. He… Continue reading
The twisted dance of love..
The twisted dance of love. (written in 1988) A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. A rewrite from December, 1988.” The twisted dance of love(Written in 1988) I lay beside you in the night… Continue reading
A love story..
A love story… You were going to be a dancer, a poet, going to save our world. I was content to be in the reflection of your eyes. I told you often dear… Continue reading
Wild horses and a beautiful Bishop Briggs song.
Wild horses…. We laid bare on the patio, allowing the moonlight to caress our skin. She wanted to make love at the midnight hours on the closed-in patio, as the rain gentle fell.… Continue reading
The red dress..
The red dress.. The reflection of unwanted love. True love beyond reach.Leave us yearning for things we cannot have. Her teasing gestures make me unravel and have selfish wants.I befriended her the auburn… Continue reading
Please stay with me, till the world ends my dear lover.
Please stay with me, till the world ends my dear lover… I called your name and I asked the moon. Please one more kiss, please one more dance with the most beautiful lady… Continue reading
Jazzy Thursday. Sleepless nights..
Sleepless nights.. You and me, me and you. We love the Jazzy songs, slow dancing bare-ass for the midnight moon and making love till noon. You are my coffee mornings, my Lone Islands… Continue reading