Divine nature…
Divine Nature A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need long walks into the deep forest. Nature can show us we are just part of a living system that need cooperation of all of us… Continue reading
Monthly Archive: September, 2023
Deadman stew…
Dead man stew A Poem by Coyote Poetry When greed and hate run the world. Our leaders are making a dead man stew. No-one will victor. Dead man stew.. Poor man is dying.Was… 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
What do we have left?
What do we have left? A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just thoughts turned into words. What do we have left? (Take away love, and Earth is our tomb.) Robert Browning Joy and love.… Continue reading
Wildflower dreams…
Wildflower dreams. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some memories are held forever. Wildflower dreams… I sit among the wildflowers.Growing where they desire and free.The sweet sense of the wildflowers takes me back to… Continue reading
Art and words…
Art and words A Poem by Coyote Poetry Art is poetry for the eyes. Art and words… In ancient China. They believed there was a affinity between painting and poetry.The true masters of… Continue reading
The sweetest things…
The sweetest things A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is simple. Respect people. Religion should be private. Stay positive. The sweetest things.. I have seen so many mysteries and seen so much beauty. I swam … Continue reading
The dance of the Gypsies…
The dance of the Gypsies. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love, song and dance, blood and the road. The dance of the Gypsies I was in downtown Cologne, Germany in 1979.Watching dark eyes… Continue reading
Chaos in the promise land…
Chaos in the promise land A Poem by Coyote Poetry USA must stay strong. Good days will return. Hard times create strong people. Chaos in the promise land… Last night I had the… Continue reading
My beautiful Beatrice…
(My dear Beatrice by the Monterey bay in 1992.) My beautiful Beatrice. A Poem by Coyote Poetry The ocean is near, no place to be and a beautiful Italian girl. Paradise for the lucky… Continue reading