I like to see the eyes..
I like to see the eyes A Poem by Coyote Poetry When we truly can see. The eyes allow us into true places and mystery. I like to see the eyes.. I don’t… Continue reading
Monthly Archive: September, 2022
The storm..
The storm A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love can break you down and leave you empty and alone. The storm.. Love can be like a gentle rain. It can be like a thunderstorm to… Continue reading
A million stars to see.
A million stars to see my lover A Poem by Coyote Poetry All of us begin strangers. A wise man had many friends and family by his side. (Live fast. Died young. Be wild.… Continue reading
The flight of love..
The flight of love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love is very tender. We must walk softly upon the premises of how love need reminders. Forgotten and undeclared love can fade away to banished… Continue reading
Utopia of the pen and the paper…
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
Hell-bend highway..
Hell-bend highway A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some folks cannot be saved. In my lifetime. I lost three four brothers to drugs and alcohol. Two committed suicide and today still. We don’t know why?… Continue reading
Phạm Thái Anthem
Originally posted on Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm:
bóng tói by Đinh Trường Chinh A poem in Vietnamese by Nguyễn Đình Toàn Translator: Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm Phạm Thái Anthem I’m…
Wednesday thoughts…
Quotes from the heart. A Poem by Coyote Poetry It is a good day. I have five strong and healthy grandchildren. Today I have many reasons to be thankful. To enjoy my time with… Continue reading
So beautiful..
So beautiful A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poetry. Good dreams. So Beautiful.. (Written 6 April 1980) As beautiful as an early morning sunrise. As bright as a full moon that light up a… Continue reading
The Gypsy dance..
The Gypsy dance. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good to know freedom and understand the dance of free-will and dreams. The Gypsy dance.. Late at night on the Monterey bay.If you listen well.You… Continue reading