Missing pieces. Part two.
Missing pieces. Part two A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime we can find the missing pieces. It can close doors that are needed to be shut and understood. Missing pieces. Part two. The… Continue reading
Monthly Archive: March, 2024
The missing pieces…
The missing pieces A Poem by Coyote Poetry Fragrance of what we were do appear. I looked into the mirror. The once warrior had become the house plant. This is sad. … Continue reading
In your eyes…
In your eyes A Poem by Coyote Poetry We can feel like kings or paupers when a woman bless you with love and kindness. In your eyes.. In your eyes.I’m everything,the sun and… Continue reading
Don’t ask for less…
Don’t ask for less A Poem by Coyote Poetry In life. Better to dream big than to wallow in things not touched or reached. Don’t ask for less.. Echos of memories and voices… Continue reading
In Monterey…
In Monterey A Poem by Coyote Poetry Monterey is paradise. Old wounds can be closed and new hope can be born near the sea. In Monterey.. Dear Jenny, please come to Monterey.Come walk… Continue reading
My great love…
My great love A Poem by Coyote Poetry True love is rare. Hold on tight. Doesn’t always last forever. My great love…A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Pain of love lost must disappear into the… Continue reading
One more day…
One more day. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Wars need to end. No-one win in war. Twenty one gun salute Loyalty Duty Respect Selfless service Honor Integrity Personal courage (Soldier creed) Standing tall and… Continue reading
A cradle hymn and a beautiful Elle Carpenter song.
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
My beautiful Beatrice…
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 in love and life. My beautiful Beatrice… Miracles… Continue reading
The Coyote spirit..
The Coyote spirit A Poem by Coyote Poetry Last dream is freedom. When it is gone. What is left. Coyote spirit.. (In Native American Myth. The Coyote was the joker. Laugh at life and… Continue reading