The Poet
The Poet You make words come alive and vibrant, you love books and words. You whispered words to create escape and better place. “Dear Poet, talk to me, read to me and whisper… Continue reading
The Poet You make words come alive and vibrant, you love books and words. You whispered words to create escape and better place. “Dear Poet, talk to me, read to me and whisper… Continue reading
Hands of stone A Poem by Coyote Poetry (Love make our hands of rock, soft and tender to the people we love and care for) Hands of stone Life is hard.… Continue reading
Poetry-love, passion and meaning. “I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart)I am never without it (anywhere I go you go,my dear; and whatever is done by only… Continue reading
Love had me learn madness -Break me- Please break me, make me bleed, show me I’m alive. Make me die and bring me back to life. Dead men revived, they know life… Continue reading
A Sunday prayer Time for us, all of us to stop. Give a few second of your busy day. We need to stop and to pray. Pray for our world. Pray we… Continue reading
Whiskey She danced alone on the dance floor at the Jazz club. Moving her body with a gentle ease and making every movement of perfect long legs, wonderful womanly curves and hips.… Continue reading
The moon and the stars Once I was free and a wild soul, wanting and needed nothing. I was looking for the idyllic setting, place of perfect view and the dancing… Continue reading
She danced by the light of the candles. I sat by the bay, I watched the sun fall into the sea, I was a street poet of the night, I wore Army… Continue reading
Fallen angels A Poem by Coyote Poetry A new poem. I hope you like. Fallen Angels In the lair of the fallen angels. Old men talk of fleeing love, old war… Continue reading
There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed. Ernest Hemingway Reading and writing, like everything else, improve with practice. And, of course, if… Continue reading