A witness to life
A witness to life A Poem by Coyote Poetry We must remember friends and family missed. I believe. When we speak or write about them. We bring them back to our hearts and… Continue reading
Category Archive: friend
Finally a new story. “If it be your will”
If It Be Your Will A Poem by Coyote Poetry You don’t find love. Love find you. If it be your will I saw her sitting alone with a small child. Pretty auburn… Continue reading
“Shadows” Poetry for Memorial day.
Shadows I was a Soldier for almost 15 years. I volunteered for every dangerous mission you could be part of. The missions were to Africa, Bosnian, Central and South America and Iraq. I… Continue reading
“At peace at last”
At peace at last The Soldiers gave him a 21 gun salute. Only young and old Soldiers came to say goodbye. Old Sergeant… Continue reading
The Water, The Sky and the Earth. “Red Fox journey”
The Water, Sky and the Earth. Red Fox journey. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Native Americans lost their spirit and strong heart. Needed to meditate with the water, sky and earth to find… Continue reading
“I want to see you again”
I want to see you again. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good days become sweet dreams with time. I want to see you again. The powerful Pacific ocean hide the love stories… Continue reading
“Mercy and forgiveness my friend. We need.”
Mercy and forgiveness my friend. We need. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Need mercy and good friends to survive this life. The Quality of Mercy The quality of mercy is not strain’d. It… Continue reading
“Song of the dead and the song of the living”
Song of the dead and the song of the living. A Poem by Coyote Poetry A combination of memories and places Song of the dead and the song of the living. I… Continue reading
A new poem. Can’t go back
Can’t go back A Poem by Coyote Poetry After breaking a heart. Better not to look back. Can’t return back to the place of sweetness, after burning down the bridges with bad actions… Continue reading
“The karma of love”
The karma of love A Poem by Coyote Poetry When we are young. We waste the gift of love. The Karma of Love Written on 5 March 1985 I remember when the… Continue reading