Don’t say nothing
Don’t say nothing A Poem by Coyote Poetry I love Paloma. Don’t say nothing Just be You and I. We have known the storms of living and we have been the flowing rivers… Continue reading
Don’t say nothing A Poem by Coyote Poetry I love Paloma. Don’t say nothing Just be You and I. We have known the storms of living and we have been the flowing rivers… Continue reading
I saw a face A Poem by Coyote Poetry An old poem with a re-write. I saw a face I saw a face in the distance. A beautiful tempting face. The face brought… Continue reading
The weeping song A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words The weeping song. I wrote years ago. “When our soldiers are fighting in faraway wars. War will find us. War will come… Continue reading
Originally posted on banshee valentine:
there’s a nectar on her lips anarchy in her hips the trips she threatens glimmer like a promise there are crosshairs in her eyes and there’s a satin…
Just love- Soldier’s stories A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Just love-Soldier’s story This night I was in Washington State at Fort Lewis. I was in the NCO(Non-commission officer) school. 8… Continue reading
We will accept less and forget who we were. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just word We will accept less and forget who we were Mother Winter is here. I have driven 2500… Continue reading
Let’s drink and pray for more A Poem by Coyote Poetry Let’s drink and pray for more Wild child danced alone on Austin Dance floor. Barely old enough to be in the… Continue reading
Always on my mind A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good song lead to good memory. Always on my mind Love alive or concealed. Leave us wishing for things lost. Beautiful faces and places… Continue reading
Originally posted on Beans, Pen & Nirja:
YOU The way you turn, you look and smile its so beautiful, it makes my whole day I can’t imagine to begin my day without your…
Glorious love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love can make us feel like kings and love can make us feel like a pauper. Glorious love. We danced and learned true laughter at… Continue reading