Some days can be perfect.
Some days can be perfect A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is like the sea. We can be as powerful as a Winter storm or quiet as the smooth dance of the morning tide. … Continue reading
Daily Archive: September 27, 2025
My lovely Beatrice Marcella. My muse by the sea.
My lovely Beatrice. My muse by the sea. A Poem by Coyote Poetry My lovely Beatrice Marcella. My muse by the sea. Beautiful California for us to behold. Enter a love for the ages with one… Continue reading
The tarot cards.
The tarot cards A Story by Coyote Poetry We can learn things in the strangest places on this planet. The tarot cards. I went to an old dark carnival on a hidden road… Continue reading
Memory of music.
Memory of music. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Music allowed the rebirth of memories and faces. Memory of music. Let me not fall into dreams of sadness.Allow the awful shadows of things lost.Not… Continue reading
The red hair girl.
Young men dream and old men wish. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Age make us kinder and wiser. Must fall down many times to appreciate life. Young men dream and old men wish.… Continue reading
Bounded love. Till my last breath.
Bounded love. Till my last breath. The moment I held you. Sweet child of mercy. You brought hope to my sad heart. Your laughter, your smile. Now each day. I look forward to… Continue reading
Bloody anger.
Bloody anger. Sometimes I want to hurt someone. Smart and wise-ass faces tempt you with comments and useless words. People with no kindness or loyalty for anyone demand your time and duty. Tire and drowning in personal… Continue reading
Cold steel.
Cold steel A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poem (1980) with a rewrite. Anger can lead us to hell. After the pits of hell. Can’t get worst? Cold steel Baby, I told you.Ain’t no… Continue reading
A dance with death.
A dance with Death. (If you are lucky. We get warnings to change our ways. Years ago, I was trying to drink myself to death. A beautiful woman changes my direction. Spirits with… Continue reading