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.” (My last day… Continue reading
Monthly Archive: December, 2025
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Lingering, cherishing places.
1- Lingering I remember you.Those lingering kisses andyour silken tender skin against me.Your love was holy and sweet. 2- Cherishing places. The aroma of summer flowers upon your skin.Your perfect tan legs across… Continue reading
Little truth.
Little truth A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Rarely we know the real facts. A controlled media leaves us blind and dumb.” Little truth. Dead cities. Now destroyed and burned. Who have won these… Continue reading
Lessons engraved into my mind and my heart.
Lessons engraved into my mind and my heart. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is learning to be wiser and kinder. Lessons engraved into my mind and my heart. The hollow hour leaves me alone with my thoughts.Hidden… Continue reading
Everybody knows.
Everybody knows A Poem by Coyote Poetry I awoke pissed off today. Then my Poet of music Leonard Cohen set me off to describe my emotion. (I borrow a few lines from Leonard Cohen.Sometime we need to learn emotion… 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 thing I have seen so many mysteries and seen so much beauty. I swam… Continue reading
I remember you.
I remember you. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime we must return to the beginning. To find the missing person in the mirror looking back. I remember you. The summer days were long.The splendor of the blue skies… Continue reading
Softly we shall go.
Softly we shall go. Softly we go, you and me. We had danced in many dangerous storms and we want more. Baby sweet, honey, my love. We need shoeless days, we need to… 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 beautiful women dancing and singing on the… Continue reading
Mercy. We more kindness. Less anger.
Mercy A Story by Coyote Poetry (A sad poem. We need more friends. More kindness.) Mercy. Young black man, 22-year-old.He sat alone and ate alone in the mess hall for many days.I watched him… Continue reading