Coyote poetry

Brother Sun, Sister moon. 1- I taught my grandchildren, the world is colorless. We must be kind and befriend people. The world is large enough for everyone. 2- Jesus was a immigrant, USA had been the safe haven for many. Where I live in Michigan. Many escapes war and violence are my neighbors and friends. Haitians are good people, Africa and South/Central American immigrants are good…

Damned if you do, damned if you don’t. My friend told me. Be careful Johnnie. She is a feral cat. Can’t tame or keep in the house. She had ginger hair and eyes as blue as the deepest sea. I didn’t know if I chased her or did, she capture me? I told her. ( Jenny, Jenny. Prettiest gal in Austin. Do you love me? And she laughed at my words. She told me love is sweet, love is nice. Dear…

The poet’s wisp… The pretty Texas gal asked me. You are here every Friday and Saturday morning by the Austin River sitting alone. Reading your books and writing into your journal. You read yearly at the Austin Poetry reading and you won’t accept praise. I see great sadness in your eyes. You edit my poetry and you advised me on my college papers.  You help many and you never give a negative word…

A moment, of forever….                      “Holy as love… You were my Winter prayer, my Christmas miracle.We found a safe place to keep warm, we locked the door, held tightly and stole seconds, hours and nights away,We didn’t know, borrow kisses and pretty words, almost, as holy as love.Old poet wished on the first star of the night, near the sea. A moment, of forever. So damn sweet. He wish…

Riders on the storm… “Bad dream again, anger blasting my thoughts. Mad men killing and I don’t understand.15-year girl, Leila Hernandez, covered and protected her brother body and she was killed. A mother, Jordan Anchondo, covered and protected her child. She was killed. A Marine, 20 years old, Anne Vassas, took her own life. 42 people killed in Chicago in one night. I am fighting in the chaos…

The black night and the shadows dancing. A long time ago in the late-night hours of Tubingen, Germany. You and I were wild and free. The yearly summer festival was alive and well. We were drunk on love, and we were drunk on the sweet Summer sweet red wine. You were my ambrosia. Perfect hazel eyes, long tan legs and your danced to the faraway song like a tempting siren. Who wanted everything and…

The sinner’s prayer. I knew every tavern on Highway 35 in Texas. I drank a beer and some whiskey in almost everyone. Those Texas girls loved me. I could two-step and waltz till 2 am. I could sing every Hank Williams song from front to back. I was Family tradition bred. Daddy loved the women, he loved the drink and he loved the long highway. I planted his tattoo on my arm of a broken heart, and…

Pretty words. Dangerous beautiful lady in her tight black dress and wearing chain of amethyst crystal upon her neck. Was my crystal once and she wanted it more than I did. She told me yesterday. Pretty Poet. I will make you want me and I will make you dream of me. Tonight, at the Monterey poetry reading she read her words.                                  1- Make me believe. Tell me you love…

The lucky one A Poem by Coyote PoetryThe gift of love. No more honored gift.                                The lucky one. She offered me a smile and a hello.I was besieged by her beauty.She asked me to dance the Texas two step. I agreed.I held her close and told her. Thank you for the dance. You are so beautiful and too kind.She kissed my cheek and whispered. Soldier, I like your style.Real…

Mystical places A Poem by Coyote PoetryFirst love, first real kiss and the first true words of love become mystical places where we can find in sweet dreams forever.                                Mystical places. Many types of keepsakes my friend.There are tattoos upon skin to remind us of places, wars and faces.There are scars from battles won and lost.Then there are sweet faces of woman we…

1- Angela. I remember you. My barefoot gal who danced with the sea. Where did our days of youth go? Angela, beautiful Angela. I remember you, I remember us. 2- Dear Michigan dream, once we sang together in the midnight hours with the sea near. Que será, que será. We didn’t know love sweet, could be forgotten. Tonight the old poet sings alone with the Irish whiskey. Que será, que…

The Waltz A Poem by Coyote PoetryThe ocean and love create emotions and passion that stay with us forever.” The waltz  (Was publish in small press, many moon ago.) We were doing a waltz upon the beach. The waves were the orchestra and the wind was whispering a love song to us.  I tossed her into a twirl and I brought her back to me.  By the light of the moon. Two lovers danced the movement…

Please tell me a story. Lovely lady watching the sun rising from the east. Her wandering mind is dancing upon yesterday’s deeds and today possibilities. I asked her. Pretty lady, please wrap your arms around me and tell me a tale. A tale of wonder and tale of mystery. Make me fall into your sweet and tender words, make me believe. Love is alive and kind. She smiled and she whispered. We…

A slow dance. 1- Once sweet baby, we held love so tightly, you were my everything. Now we are strangers reaching out for a miracle. Maybe we need some gin and juice, some good songs and some forgiveness. Who was wrong, who was right. Don’t matter sweet baby. When we speak the goodbye. Love won’t come home no-more. 2- Once we talked, once we knew the sweetness of love, now we forgot,…

The dance of the flowers. My dear and sweet love, please come walk with me. My dearest and kindest friend, please dance with me in the field of the wildflowers. Today the earth is alive and you and I, are free to see the trees in bloom and the green earth alive and so beautiful. Please my dear love. Let’s dance in the wildflower’s fields near the Lake St. Clair.You and I. Blessed by the moving…

A July night memory. Once upon a time, dear Mary. I held you. Your nude body against my body and I remember the softness of your brown eyes. We were wild horses and we wanted to feel everything and more. We knew, you were a summer day and I was a poor man wishing for a miracle. We didn’t know. There are no miracles. You sought easy life and I wanted you. Dear Mary, did you find…

Scars, we do have. The saddest gal in Monterey asked me. You make me laugh when I want to cry, you make me smile when I want to disappear. You hold my hand, read and edit my work. You demand nothing from me. You laugh at my anger, and you buy me a caramel apple on the pier almost every day. Why? I became ugly with disappointments. Look at my scars on my arms and legs. You caress and kiss…