The Hobby Horse I Ride (Billy Collins, too!)
Originally posted on Elizabeth Gauffreau:
When I was in graduate school, there were two types of people in the English Department: Lit People and Writing People. The Lit People breathed the rarefied air…
Monthly Archive: November, 2020
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The pureness of my reflection..
The pureness of my reflection Once we had the moon, the sun and the free road.You were my footprints into wild waters and secret places upon mountain where the clouds danced with us.… Continue reading
The word man…
The word man. A Poem by Coyote PoetryNeed people to desire peace before we cross a line of no return. Many years ago. In 1991 to 1993. I would read my poetry on the coastline of California. … Continue reading
Forgiveness…
Forgiveness A Poem by Coyote PoetryWe must forgive ourselves before seeking forgiveness from God. Forgiveness. Forgive, and ye shall be forgiven, as in the reconciliation of Jacob and Esau in Genesis 33, after Julius… Continue reading
Hello, You
Originally posted on A Thing for Words:
Hello, you, the one who helped me see poetry in my life. Even the strife. I miss what you did, but now you’re gone, life moves…
Sweet pleasures and rare delights…
Sweet pleasure and rare delight. A Poem by Coyote PoetrySome memories become sweeter with time. Sweet pleasure and rare delights Sweet pleasure, rare delights.Some dreams should not be touched.They burn the heart till death… Continue reading
The wishing well..
The wishing well A Poem by Coyote PoetryWishes are just dust lost in the wind. Words that will scar the heart and soul. We must know action and seek peace in life. (My friend… Continue reading
Choose the love you love..
Choose the road you love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is simple. Find something you enjoy. Then do it. ” Nirvana-The supreme happiness that according to Buddhism comes when all passion, hatred… Continue reading
Seconds in time…
Seconds in time.. (It is Thanksgiving in the USA. All of us need to tell the people we love. Thank you for being kind to me and I love you.) … Continue reading
Bounded love.
Bounded love. Till my last breath. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Children make us realize we are not so important. They give us hope and reason to be alive. Bounded love. Till my… Continue reading