Soldier graveyard outside of Paris. Freedom isn’t free. It is very costly. Hold tightly to freedom. Many had died for us to be able to have opportunity and to know freedom.… Continue reading
Waiting by the wayside. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime we must stop and re-adjust our life and thoughts. Waiting by the wayside I was waiting by the wayside. Trying to figure… Continue reading
In the valley of death. What is the value of one life? Bullets, bombs, nuclear weapons don’t ask for your place of birth or your religion. Color,… Continue reading
Beautiful Laura sat by the sea A Poem by Coyote Poetry Beautiful places and things can’t be forgotten. Beautiful Laura sat by the sea.. I sat in a field of wildflowers. The… Continue reading
The sweetest things A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is simple. Respect people. Religion should be private. Stay positive. The sweetest thing I have seen so many mysteries and seen so much beauty.… Continue reading
Thankful I saw my face in the mirror at Chucky‘s Cheese. I was surprised to see a old man looking… Continue reading
Flesh and bones A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is to be lived. Need to celebrate being alive. Flesh and bones (Need a positive poem. Life is to be celebrated.… Continue reading
The damn road It was a cold winter day. I awake with my blue eyes lover. We lay together sharing sweet kisses. Her beautiful young body pressing against me so tightly. I can… Continue reading
Tree (Sergeant Joyce Kilmer. Born December 6, 1886-died in battle july 30, 1918. My favorite poem. So beautiful and true.) I think that I shall never see… Continue reading
I serenaded to the paragon of beauty. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We were shadows dancing upon the beach. Safe from the peril of real life I serenaded to the paragon of… Continue reading
