Merry Christmas-Existence of love
Existence of love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry For dear Grandparent missed. Existence of love. Ice cream with a cherry. A safe warm house. A big yard to play in. Kind smiles and… Continue reading
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“Blinded. But not dead yet”
Blinded. But not dead yet. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poem. Same dreams. Blinded. But not dead yet. (Old poem from 6 July 1993. Must go to the bottom of the barrel… Continue reading
“No regrets”
No regret A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good people bless us with their time and friendship. No regret She was a Iron Mountain, Michigan girl. Eyes of golden brown, long-legged and a… Continue reading
“Quiet echos and secluded places”
Quiet echos and secluded places A Poem by Coyote Poetry We will hold many penances for things done and missed. Quiet echos and secluded places The coffee shop poet told the young… Continue reading
“Arousing illusion”
Arousing illusion A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need temptation to make us wish and expand want and need. Arousing illusion Old man told the kid sitting with him at the bar. The… Continue reading
My first love
My first love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Written in 1978. When youth was my advantage. My First love A sweet and beautiful young… Continue reading
The coyote song
The coyote song A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need to be free to learn and dream. If we get lock in a cage. We are just waiting for death. The coyote song… Continue reading
A story-She wanted Paris and I wanted her.
(A eroic tale-adult reading) Chapter one -She wanted Paris and I wanted her. Her eyes like dancing stars exploding into the night sky. Her soft hand holding mine tightly. She whispered, “You promised me… Continue reading
“Wisp of the night”
Wisp of the night A Poem by Coyote Poetry Used a paragraph by a Poet name Arsh. I hope you like. Wisp of the night What have we become. We have become stranger… Continue reading
“My siren”
My Siren The cold days of winter leave me longing and yearning for the hot days of summer. The winter days bring back the memory of our closure of our time together back… Continue reading