Look at me. See me
Look at me. See me. A Poem by Coyote Poetry War, what is good for? Nothing. Look at me. See me. “President Trump pledged Thursday to keep the United States at the “top… Continue reading
Category Archive: poet
Midnight confessions
Midnight confessions A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Midnight confessions. Once I played the fool for you. I painted us together as forever lovers in a world of give and take. You… Continue reading
“The dance of the Gypsies”
The dance of the Gypsies. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love, song and dance, blood and the road. The dance of the Gypsies I was in downtown Cologne, Germany in… Continue reading
One world and one people
The Medicine wheel A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old Native American wisdom. We need to gather as one people to save earth and all people. Wisdom of the Medicine wheel I have… Continue reading
“Coffee shop conversation”
Coffee shop conversation A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good coffee and a chess game is what life need to be. I miss the days of good conversation and chess games. Coffee… Continue reading
“A wild bird”
A wild bird A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some people need freedom. To lock them up. They will fade away and die. A wild bird. I saw the fear in her… Continue reading
“Barefoot dreams”
Barefoot dreams A Story by Coyote Poetry Good places and friends make distance places good dreams in old age. Barefoot dreams I met the Sergeant Major nightly at the Bowling alley, dance… Continue reading
“The wildflowers”
The wildflowers A Poem by Coyote Poetry Freedom and dreams can be found in the field of the wildflowers. The wildflowers Wild flowers and sweet dreams. Dancing nude and free. You were… Continue reading
“I try to remember you”
I try to remember you A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poetry with are-write. Written in 1992/rewritten in 2014 I try to remember you. I tried to remember the… Continue reading
“Dreaming of Texas.”
Dreaming of Texas A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good to have had danced many dances and knew a lot of laughter. A good life isn’t the money in the bank. It is the… Continue reading