The weeping song…
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 to… 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 to… Continue reading
The Coyote is dancing Once, locked-up man knew the solace and the mercy of the kind lakes. Once, the free man danced with the stars and the moon. In the mist of the… Continue reading
If it be your will I saw her sitting alone with a small child. Pretty auburn hair and hazel eyes. Soft tears were falling her eyes and I went to her. I… Continue reading
The Iron Mountain song. A Story by Coyote Poetry Just words. The Iron Mountain song I have finished my journey and I drove to Iron Mountain. Been 30 years since I saw… Continue reading
Bad, bad woman She was the finest lady at the Stray cat Inn. She was wearing her tight black dress showing off her strong legs and robust breasts. Her beautiful face was seeking… Continue reading
Originally posted on Geetha Balvannanathan's Blog – Isis Tratum:
Shower me in rain 10 February 2020 Courtesy Pinterest.com Have it all Bursting seams whispered Pack in bulge We indulge Preserving by…
Ravishing beauty dancing alone. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Hard to brake down walls of regret and disappointment. Need time and distance to forget. Ravishing beauty dancing alone We will masquerade as many people.… Continue reading
Originally posted on The Daedalian Diaries…:
I was never meant To be burdened with a bunch of roses Plucked from some garden in the Middle East Hiding a tiny little note that says…
The Lazy days I love our lazy days, no place to go, no place to be. The barefoot days, the beach days. Where we walk the beach at 5 am, drink… Continue reading
Originally posted on Poemattic: Poetry and Art for the Soul:
Can you see yourself in tomorrow’s mirror? I want to see a million and one people standing behind me because they beieve because…