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 and coke… 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 and coke… Continue reading
Change A Poem by Coyote Poetry Change is needed when we are locked in. Never know what is around the next turn? Change… I sat with a kid of 23 at a Austin,… Continue reading
I lift my eyes A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need to open our eyes and find the good in each day. I lift my eyes… Barren cold and heartless world.Fear had tarnish… Continue reading
Copy and paste A Poem by Coyote Poetry Can you truly protect your words and art. Copy and paste… New world my brothers and sisters writers and artist.Computers are running the world.Are the… Continue reading
Utopia of the pen and the paper. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Last freedom is the mind. Can’t control the mind completely. Always hope hiding somewhere. Utopia of the pen and the paper….… Continue reading
The dance A Poem by Coyote Poetry Many kinds of opportunities for the dance. A wise person is fearless in life. If you take no chances. You won’t know what you could have done… Continue reading