The sun, the moon and the stars….
The sun, the moon and the stars ————————————————————————————– She told me, pretty does, pretty do. Kind sun warm our faces and our hearts, the moon light-up the darkness of the night and the… Continue reading
The sun, the moon and the stars ————————————————————————————– She told me, pretty does, pretty do. Kind sun warm our faces and our hearts, the moon light-up the darkness of the night and the… Continue reading
Fall sweet honey… Beautiful as the rising Summer sun,sweet and kind like the fresh Fall sweet honey.She told me, if you want me.Must leave your tomb and find me.A divided heart will die… Continue reading
Best day are the easy days. The lake near and time to appreciate the days of Summer. These are the days, we need. Coyote
Anywhere… Pretty lady dancing in the streets of San Francisco, blessing my world with her laughter and her beauty. I joined her in the dance and I whispered to her. You are my Aphrodite,… Continue reading
She was a diamond A Poem by Coyote PoetryWe need to be thankful when we hold something precious in our hands. She was a Diamond 20 Nov. 1994 The drunk man toasts to… Continue reading
Don’t look at me with disappointment… Don’t look at me.Don’t give me those sad looks of disappointment.I don’t care what you see. I’m breaking down walls.I’m not afraid.Like you, a robot.Walking the… Continue reading
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
(Two of my brothers. Committed suicide one year apart. One in 1987 and one in 1988) Too late for forgiveness A Poem by Coyote PoetryA old poem. A sad one. If you feel death… Continue reading
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
(My California Death valley coyote friend. 1992) Coyote song…. On a quiet nights.When the sky is clear.Lonely people wait for no-one.They pray to the moon and they make a fool’s wishes.To repeat the… Continue reading