We had the month of May, once…
We had the month of May, once… Pretty gal from Italy told him by the Monterey Bay, the pipe dream poet, he isn’t poetry, he isn’t love, he is cursed, cursed to live… Continue reading
We had the month of May, once… Pretty gal from Italy told him by the Monterey Bay, the pipe dream poet, he isn’t poetry, he isn’t love, he is cursed, cursed to live… Continue reading
Thank you for listening….
Sometime we must steal and loan kisses… Beautiful woman arrived at the Austin’s tavern at twelve trying to escape the Texas Summer heat. Once she wanted everything and more, now she needs… Continue reading
Write, write and write some more A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words are powerful. They create tears, laughter, happiness and sadness. Without the great word-men and word-women. What would we know and understand? … Continue reading
Peace, sweet peace. We have forgotten you. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I’m tire of war. Where are the men and women of peace? Where are the calm voices in a world gone mad?… Continue reading
Alone in the darkness A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some people lose their way and can’t find real peace. Alone in the darkness.. The chronicle of life are stages. We can act many… Continue reading
Why do we write story and poetry? A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old wise saying. “Nothing good to say. Say nothing.” Poetry, my dear friends,is a sacred incarnation of a smile.Poetry is a… Continue reading