“Always on my mind”
Always on my mind A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good song lead to good memory. Always on my mind Love alive or concealed. Leave us wishing for things lost. Beautiful faces and places… Continue reading
Always on my mind A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good song lead to good memory. Always on my mind Love alive or concealed. Leave us wishing for things lost. Beautiful faces and places… Continue reading
Peace will come, even if. At least by one. A Poem by Coyote Poetry A 1979 poem with a rewrite. Peace will come, even if, only by one. Old man sat by the… Continue reading
coyotepoet reblogged insanamentelm coyotepoet I was condemn after I saw your face I was looking for the wide open road and some kind of freedom. She sat alone on a barren… Continue reading
Like a whisper A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Like a whisper (This is the way the world ends. This is the way the world ends. This is the way… Continue reading
The seasons of love We left the tavern and she held my hand tightly and the night was warm. She took me to the Boebingen lake. We sat by the lake in a… Continue reading
The seasons of love A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A new story. Chapter two- The seasons of love Sheena left me in early September. The last days were filled a combination of… Continue reading
The seasons of love (The first chapter) A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Old memories. The seasons of love Late August 1978. My Scotland Beauty and I were enjoying our last days and nights… Continue reading
Write, write and write some more A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words are powerful. They create tears, laughter, happiness and sadness. Without the great word-men and word-women. What would we know and understand?… Continue reading
Just dance Hold me close, hold me sweet. Allow my face to fall into your hair and the essence of perfume. Allow the intimacy of the dance to make us find… Continue reading
Arousing illusion A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need temptation to make us wish and expand want and need. Arousing illusionOld man told the kid sitting with him at the bar. The senses.… Continue reading