You can’t return from where you left
You can’t return from where you left. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poem from 1993 with a re-write You can’t return from where you left (A Poet, is one, who believes… Continue reading
You can’t return from where you left. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poem from 1993 with a re-write You can’t return from where you left (A Poet, is one, who believes… Continue reading
The lucky one A Poem by Coyote Poetry The gift of love. No more honored gift. The lucky one She offered me a smile and a hello. I was besieged by her… Continue reading
The sea and the chess game A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poetry from 1993 with a re-write The sea and the chess game Old Poet set-up the chess game and I… Continue reading
Young men dream and old men wish. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Age make us kinder and wiser. Must fall down many times to appreciate life. Young men dream and old… Continue reading
Silence A Poem by Coyote Poetry Many kinds of silence. Some good and some bad. Silence Old wise saying was “Silence is golden”. I don’t know if the words are true? Tonight… Continue reading
Old Grandpa wisdom.”Take a town to raise a child right. We must teach the proper ways to live and respect for every person.” Foolish people believe. “They are safe when war is far… Continue reading
I remember you. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime we must return to the beginning. To find the missing person in the mirror looking back. I remember you. The summer days were… Continue reading
A thousand years A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words A thousand years You came to me in my sweet dreams again. You were dancing in your white Summer dress by the… Continue reading
Broken promises and forgotten places A Poem by Coyote Poetry A wise man accept responsibility for his actions. Broken promises and lost places I remembered we had dreams of being barefoot in… Continue reading
Letters and promises A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Letters and promises You saved me once my dear Julie. Your kind and sweet words upon sheets of… Continue reading