The final place.
One more day my love I waited for you. You requested me to come and wait for you. Every night at 2 am. I watched you dance your final dance for desperate men,… Continue reading
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I gave my love to you, dear Beatrice.
I gave my love to you, my sweet Beatrice Was Monterey, was the sea nearby. It was the whiskey and sweet wine we drank dear Beatrice. We conspired to find new cities and… Continue reading
The karma of love.
The karma of love A Poem by Coyote Poetry When we are young. We waste the gift of love. The Karma of Love. Written on 5 March 1985 I remember when the sparkles… Continue reading
You did not leave me my friend.
You did not leave me my friend. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some scars cannot heal. We learn to live with them. … Continue reading
The Big Water.
The Big Water. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some mini-poetry. Ojibwa call the Great lakes. The Big Water. The Big water.. 1- The stirring of the quiet night wakes my sleeping spirit. I have… Continue reading
Please dear Jennifer. Come to Monterey.
Please dear Jennifer, come to Monterey. It was 8 pm in Monterey. A warm January night. I decided to call my Michigan gal; I left her in late December 1991. To remind her.… Continue reading
Dark Interludes.
Dark Interludes. Facts or fiction. Love will bewitch us. An old friend of many years sends me a letter with kind words of love at a desperate time in my life. I was… Continue reading
Once upon a time. For a kind memory.
Once upon a time I found you at the mall walking and I kept a distance from you. I was just looking at a sweet dream lost. I wondered did you remember me?… Continue reading
My great love. Part two.
My great love. Part two. I told the young writer, we shall have many great loves. Many women will steal our heart, make us want everything and more. But there are those maidens,… Continue reading
Please, promise me forever.
Please, promise me forever A Poem by Coyote Poetry Promises of love are endeared to our hearts. Please, promise me forever. Bashful and tender beauty rest with me on soft sheets of silk.Her… Continue reading