The sparkles in your eyes…
The sparkles in your eyes A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old memories and old places. The sparkles in your eyes… I remember when the sparkles in your eyes could light up the world… Continue reading
The sparkles in your eyes A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old memories and old places. The sparkles in your eyes… I remember when the sparkles in your eyes could light up the world… Continue reading
My great love A Poem by Coyote Poetry True love is rare. Hold on tight, when love is near. Doesn’t always last forever. My great love..A Poem by Coyote Poetry (Pain of love lost… Continue reading
A cradle hymn. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just thoughts upon a paper A cradle hymn… Hush little baby. Don’t you cry.Daddy going buy you a humming bird.If the bird. It don’t sing.Daddy… Continue reading
Roses are red and violets are blue. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Listening to old and very good music tonight. Roses are red and violets are blue… Roses are red.Violets are blue andyou… Continue reading
Just men A Poem by Coyote Poetry First job in country of Kuwait in 1992. Move the dead frozen bodies from Death Valley. Just men.. (I got to Iraq. My first task was to… Continue reading
I want to see you again. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good days become sweet dreams with time. I want to see you again… The powerful Pacific ocean hide the love stories of… Continue reading
Around and around we shall go. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is chance and opportunity. Better to be kind and hope for a good ending. Around and around we shall go… Around… Continue reading
A lullaby for organized chaos A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words and thoughts. I hope you enjoy. A lullaby for organized chaos… We shall dance in heaven, earth and in hell.May never find… Continue reading
An empty book. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Need to enjoy life. A good life is many friends and a lot of laughter. An empty book… An empty book is a lonely story.The… Continue reading
(Many years ago. In 1991 to 1993. I would read my poetry on the coastline of California. I had some fans too. Old woman and young girls. They called me the word man. I carry a… Continue reading