Wrote in 1978-If I was the king of the forest.
If I was the king of the forest. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old memories and old dreams. If I was the King of the Forest. American Soldiers drinking with boisterous and… Continue reading
Category Archive: john coyote
“Let it be”
Let it be A Poem by Coyote Poetry Let it be. Old man sitting alone. Sitting on the cliffs of Pacific Grove. You can see the Pacific ocean forever. Miles of the beautiful… Continue reading
One sweet wish
One sweet wish A Poem by Coyote Poetry A old poem with a rewrite. Written in Jan 1993 One sweet wish Was a Austin, Texas hot Summer night. Pretty women wearing shorts… Continue reading
“You are my ocean”
You are my ocean A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words amamira amamira: Joanna Beal(Thank you Tumblr) You are my ocean My first love was the sea. Uncontrolled and free. I danced with… Continue reading
“The storm”
The storm A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love can break you down and leave you empty and alone. The storm Love can be like a gentle rain. It can be like a… Continue reading
“The canvas of love”
The canvas of love A Poem by Coyote Poetry True love is real art. We must use our imagination, draw out plans. Touch with gentle movements create emotion that will expand to great… Continue reading
I miss you my friend
War seldom enters but where wealth allures. John Dryden War is a trade of kings. John Dryden Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired, signifies in the final sense… Continue reading
“True love gives all”
True love gives all A Poem by Coyote Poetry An old and good memory. Our elders teach us how to live. True love gives all. Sixty five years together. He stood by my grandmother with… Continue reading
Good song and words-My eyes adored you
My eyes adored you A Poem by Coyote Poetry Thank you Frankie Valli and the Four seasons. My eyes adored you My sweet dream, my first dream and my last dream. I… Continue reading
The cold blooded lover
The cold blooded lover “Scattered Notes”, 2015-2016, Yuriy Ku Drop A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old memories lay heavy in hidden places. The cold blooded lover My bad karma led me to you… Continue reading