“A woman palms”
A woman palms A Poem by Coyote Poetry The hands of a woman. Teaches love and kindness. He who treat the woman with kindness. Can stand at God feet and know he had… Continue reading
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“Landscape of a perfect place”
Landscape of a perfect place A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words THE LANDSCAPE OF A PERFECT PLACE May 8, 2016 coyotepoet Landscape of perfect place (Photo-Source:amespeciale(Thank you Tumblr) I understand the difference… Continue reading
“Water and fire”
Water and fire A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Water and fire I told the Irish beauty in the tavern In Austin, Texas. Some men are dying and some men are living.… Continue reading
“My Winter love”
My Winter love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Cold days seem to bring people closer. My Winter love. I whispered your sweet name in the twilight of the midnight hours. My sweet dreams… Continue reading
Pray for peace-today and everyday
The weeping song A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words The weeping song. I wrote years ago. “When our soldiers are fighting in faraway wars. War will find us. War will come… Continue reading
“My small books of thoughts”
My small books of thoughts A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. My small books of thoughts What will I leave? Have I lived a complete life? A life filled with days… Continue reading
My lover
A million stars to see my lover A Poem by Coyote Poetry All of us begin strangers. A wise man had many friends and family by his side. (Live fast. Died young. Be… Continue reading
“Jennifer”
Jennifer A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. I found the poem in a 25-year-old journal. Had to re-written. Jennifer I called my Jennifer from the pay-phone in downtown Monterey in early… Continue reading
“The Stranger song”
The stranger song A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words The stranger song Pretty lady asked her old lover. When did we become strangers? Once we talked, danced and sang the whole night… Continue reading
“Barefoot dreams”
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… Continue reading