I need a Summer poem. “The Gypsy dance”
The Gypsy dance A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is to be celebrated. Love is to make feel alive. Pain teaches us we have lived. The Gypsy dance Late at night on the… Continue reading
The Gypsy dance A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is to be celebrated. Love is to make feel alive. Pain teaches us we have lived. The Gypsy dance Late at night on the… Continue reading
Knocking’ on heaven’s door Dear brothers and sisters. What have we done? War are alive and well. Hate and separation is create a pot of dead man stew where no-one can… Continue reading
Love conquered all A Poem by Coyote Poetry Must know love and kindness to know joy and happiness. Love conquered all Lovers drowning in the amorous of sweet kiss, long embrace and the… Continue reading
(melikemelis.tumblr.com) Purgatory Inn and no place to go. I have the long Island ice tea fresh and cold. Bartender keep them coming. They love the big tippers. Purgatory Inn is open early… Continue reading
Nothing will last forever A Poem by Coyote Poetry A re-write from 1989 Nothing will last forever She sat alone. Her lingering tears falling down her beautiful face. I have told her… Continue reading
I understand why we protect the wildflowers now. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Wildflowers are protected in Michigan. Took me years to understand why. I understand why we protect the wildflowers now.… Continue reading
(A prayer for peace) Brother peace, sister love. I had sat by graves of 20,000 Soldiers killed in World War two outside of Paris. Men who died for freedom. The last… Continue reading
(Happy Valentine day) I don’t want flowers. I need you. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Appreciation and real gifts of love lead to good places. I don’t want flowers. I need you. (We… Continue reading
Did I tell you? A Poem by Coyote Poetry A wise person is thankful for what he has. Did I tell you? I don’t remember if I told you how beautiful you are. I have… Continue reading
The lucky or the crazy? A Poem by Coyote Poetry I lived on the coastline of California for three years. No better place to be. The lucky or the crazy We danced… Continue reading