She told me. Love demand payment
She told me. Love demand payment. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good music create good poetry. She told me. Love demand payment. Perfect beauty. Wearing Summer dress of white. Her soft shoulders showed… Continue reading
She told me. Love demand payment. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good music create good poetry. She told me. Love demand payment. Perfect beauty. Wearing Summer dress of white. Her soft shoulders showed… 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
I used to be A man is telling me of all his many deeds and accomplishments. I smile and listen. Pretend I care. I don’t believe in talking about the past. Today… Continue reading
Martin Luther King Jr. I remember you. You were the thunder to awake a sleeping nation. You stood for the the rights of the poor and demanded equality. You were the bright… Continue reading
Remembering Martin Luther King. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Someone said to remember M.L.K. We should do acts of kindness. I believe he would appreciate his memory of anti-violence and love to be… Continue reading
Dreams, wishes and whispers. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Beautiful faces appear making you wish for different decisions and better endings. Dreams, wishes and whispers. Old age make us ponder thoughts and… Continue reading
Blame not the kiss A Poem by Coyote Poetry Long Summer days bring hope and dreams of hope. Blame not the kiss The pen and paper cannot give justice to your beautiful… Continue reading
Teach me kind lover Dear Julia told me. Johnnie. Can’t live to die. You must live to live. Please come back alive with me, dear poet. Her gentle fingers laced my… Continue reading
You are gone and I’m here. A Poem by Coyote Poetry No winner in war. Just shadows of people lost too soon. (A photo found unclaimed on Writer’s cafe. It was famous… Continue reading
The fierce desire A Poem by Coyote Poetry Many kinds of hunger. Some lead us to paradise and some lead us to hell. The fierce desire Old man sat by the sea… Continue reading