Think big and some Sarah Justine Packwood song. Some poetry.
Think big Think big my child, be brave in dreams. Reach for the sun, touch the stars. Swim in the long river, waltz with the dangerous sea. Love many, dance many… Continue reading
Think big Think big my child, be brave in dreams. Reach for the sun, touch the stars. Swim in the long river, waltz with the dangerous sea. Love many, dance many… Continue reading
Wild horses- Introduction A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A writer and a painter discussing life and things. … Continue reading
You are my freedom The free road and we have no final destination. Summer heat and the need of beautiful places we wanted.. We had wild dances, good booze and… Continue reading
The twisted dance of love. (written in 1988) A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. A rewrite from December, 1988. The twisted dance of love (Written in 1988) I lay beside you in the… Continue reading
40 cents more ———————————————————————————————- I called Scotland at 10 pm, hoping for a proper goodbye, Beautiful Sheena answered her telephone and she told me, Johnnie, I forgave you, We held love for a… Continue reading
Dear Clinton, Michigan You told me often. Love wasn’t enough. The heart become too hidden with time and age. —— California isn’t enough I called you beautiful Jenny… Continue reading
Dreaming of Scotland A Poem by Coyote Poetry For a sweet woman. I won’t forget. Dreaming of Scotland She was as pretty as a picture. Fate had brought her to me at a… Continue reading
The beautiful journey… You have became my journey. I trace your skin from tender feet to perfect face. Trying to discover new places to caress and know. You show me… Continue reading
Write, write and write some more A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words are powerful. They create tears, laughter, happiness and sadness. Without the great word-men and word-women. What would we know and understand? … Continue reading
No shame in love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love is everything. Everything is love. No shame in love (Received some motivation from Ben Jonson) I confessed to the lonely moon, how beautiful… Continue reading