Broken Man by Matt Anderson
Originally posted on Quas Production:
you can’t take the home from a homeless man you can’t take away his streets you can’t threaten a man, with nothing to lose or bruise him when…
Daily Archive: August 19, 2016
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“Utopia of the pen and the paper”
Utopia of the pen and the paper. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Last freedom is the mind. Can’t control the mind completely. Always hope hiding somewhere. Utopia of the pen and the… Continue reading
Coyote’s gang-The wild bunch
Old Coyote and the young Coyotes Dangerous folks are roaming. Doc Holiday, Jesse James, Frank James and Billie the kid had escaped the slammer. Drinking whiskey and waiting for a fight. The Coyote’s… Continue reading
Solitude
Originally posted on DiAnne’s Scribbles & More:
? “The quieter you become, the more you can hear.” Ram Dass Solitude ~~~ Sometimes it becomes necessary to be still, to calm your heart,…
NOT GUILTY
Originally posted on Margaret Baker :
The lights of a plane in the sky. Where will it fly? I don’t know. To a country over the sea? A long way from me? I don’t…
Can Our Cries be Answered?
[At last there is some hope of a ceasefire in Syria, which is mentioned in this poem from three years ago. The Olympic Games may bring some hope, but they mustn’t distract us… Continue reading
My dear Beatrice
My dear Beatrice A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poem written on 16 December 1992. Rewritten today. My dear Beatrice She told me. “Johnnie become like the dancing waves. Wild and free.… Continue reading
Stop and Watch
Originally posted on B.D. Woods Writes:
I really enjoy stopping to take the world around me in, and especially so when it’s in a forest, by the lake or river, or in…
“True splendor”
True splendor A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words True splendor Thank you Tumblr and mahafsoun True splendor My timeless beauty. My wild and uncontrolled dream. You are my forbidden wish. My secret… Continue reading