“It is Cut and dried.
It is Cut and dried. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old words still mean the same. It is cut and dried. Old man sitting at the Old Fox tavern. Drinking his rum… Continue reading
It is Cut and dried. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old words still mean the same. It is cut and dried. Old man sitting at the Old Fox tavern. Drinking his rum… Continue reading
You did not leave me my friend. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some scars cannot heal. We learn to live with them. You did not leave me my friend. Old man sat alone.… Continue reading
Old Painter at the beach boardwalk. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need to listen to the old ones. Can enlighten the mind and heart. Old painter on the beach boardwalk Old man… Continue reading
Salute old Glory and thank a Veteran A Poem by Coyote Poetry I need to remember a good friend. We live in a world where few of us are not touched by war.… Continue reading
Arousing illusion A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need temptation to make us wish and expand want and need. Arousing illusion Old man told the kid sitting with him at the bar. The… Continue reading
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I pick my pen to write, A love poem, a poem About love. A poem For love. I do not find The words. Love is not Found…
If we make it through December Pretty Jenny was long-legged and sweet as the Fall honey. She loved the Texas two-step and I love having her body near. She was a Austin… Continue reading
You are everything and everything is you A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words You are everything and everything is you Love remembers everything, I told my new young friend at the Seaside… Continue reading
Turn, turn, turn The old poet sang a lullaby. Sensual woman whispered to me once. Come live with me and be my lover. I will be your salvation and you will be my… Continue reading