The dance of Delia.
The dance of Delia. Chapter one. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry“Chapter one.” Tongue is Sea From the dark comes the lightFrom the words you write Light is energyLike your love for me Your spoken… Continue reading
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Stay with me.
Stay with me A Poem by Coyote Poetry Rare times in a life we can find comfort with another. We need to hold on till the dream disappears. Stay with me. I sipped my… Continue reading
Love is a careless child. And beautiful Katy Claire song.
Love is a careless child. Her skin whiter than Winter snow and her trembling lips of soft pink tempted the fearless man. His boldness lacked the confident of his youth. He had learn… Continue reading
Dear Cheryl prayed to the stars and to the crying midnight moon.
Dear Cheryl prayed to the stars and to the crying midnight moon. Once a beautiful woman believed love was grand, the kisses would become sweeter and love would save her. She would find… Continue reading
The sea, the wishes.
The sea, the wishes. Lovely poet measured him with her gentle blue eyes, and she watched how he spoke the words. She listened to his words, and she adored the Monterey Dark Poet… Continue reading
Delia. And an amazing Johnny Cash song.
Delia A Poem by Coyote Poetrylove can be sweet.. Love can damn us (The name Delia is of Greek origin. The meaning of Delia is “visible”. It is also of English origin, where its meaning… Continue reading
Bare and true.
Few times in a life. We open up to another and show them the real person. Bare and true… She was a noble beauty, and she hushed me with her grace. In… Continue reading
Am I dead or alive. Old poetry needed today.
Am I dead or alive? A Poem by Coyote Poetry A old poem found. Written 1987.” Am I dead or alive? Describe emotion,describe love,describe pain. For every beautiful moment.Must there be pain also?… Continue reading
Nothing will last forever.
Nothing will last forever A Poem by Coyote Poetry A re-write from 1989″ Nothing will last forever. She sat alone. Her lingering tears falling down her beautiful face. I have told her often.… Continue reading
The songs of the seasons. An Ojibwa prayer.
The songs of the seasons. Warm days, cold nights.Create a restless passion.I can hear the whisper of the windon a solitary hill. Old Mother Nature is calling for aid.The water is sick with… Continue reading