Barefoot dreams A Story by Coyote Poetry Good places and friends make distance places good dreams in old age.” Barefoot dreams… I met the Sergeant Major nightly at the Bowling alley, dance club… Continue reading
Memory of a Mother A Poem by Coyote Poetry I was raised by a stepmother. I called her mother. She gave love and raised many children. The word Mother should be used in honor of strong… Continue reading
Happy Mother’s day.. 1- My dear grandmother called me sweetie. My dear grandmother wouldn’t allow me to fail. My dear grandmother is in heaven and I still feel her hands upon my heart.… Continue reading
Three short poems. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Attempt at less epic poetry.” Remember you, remember me. The lights are… Continue reading
A mother tears. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Happy Mother day. Woman bare the glory and honor of protecting their children. Look into a eyes of a woman. You can learn a million stories… Continue reading
A Story by Coyote Poetry More Texas story.” Drink of me my dear lover… I loved the Austin Texas nights. Alive and vibrant with people and good sound. I roamed to her every… Continue reading
Love teaches us many things. Mainly hold on tight and be kind.” Needing and bleeding… I have lived and died in your arms. You were my salvation and my death.Sweet kisses once… Continue reading
Sweet red wine… ( May-days poetry.) It was early fall and the sweet new wines of Germany came out. They are cheap and tasty and It was a beautiful late summer day. The… Continue reading