‘Hands of stone”
Hands of stone A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love make our hands of rock, soft and tender to the people we love and care for Hands of stone Life is hard. Gentleness… Continue reading
Hands of stone A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love make our hands of rock, soft and tender to the people we love and care for Hands of stone Life is hard. Gentleness… Continue reading
Damn those eyes A Poem by Coyote Poetry Poem for a story Damn those eyes My life had no beginning, no ending till I saw you. You were so beautiful. You made… Continue reading
I called your name Beautiful lady is weeping for me. I departed for unknown destination. I didn’t know. First tears will take us to weight-full memories and places amidst lonely descended wants and… Continue reading
We are just bones/flesh and blood waiting to be turn to dust. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Why do we live? I believe a wise person lived celebrating every new-born day. We… Continue reading
The old Soldier A Story by Coyote Poetry Only Soldiers understand what another soldier had seen and felt. Strangers to war and violence cannot understand. When you are near death for too long.… 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
Iodine A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Iodine For years I have swim in shit and I didn’t care. I dodged the longing, belonging and needy want of love. I learn love… Continue reading
Big Sur a-dreaming. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I need a trip. You are invited. Most beautiful and peaceful place. Big Surf, Ca. ———————————————————————————————————————————————– Big Sur a-dreaming. A un-mark road with a small sign… Continue reading
The Poet’s love- The cancer A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A new chapter. The Poet’s love Leo watched Paloma and Johnnie leave. Johnnie face had aged. The last time he saw him.… Continue reading
Just might A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Just might She gave me a kind smile as we danced the Texas two-step. She whispered in my wanting hears. “Dear Johnnie. People are… Continue reading