A positive poem for my birthday. –True love gives all
True love gives all A Poem by Coyote Poetry A old and good memory. Our elders teach us how to live. Dear Grandparent taught me how to live. Today is my birthday. I’m… Continue reading
True love gives all A Poem by Coyote Poetry A old and good memory. Our elders teach us how to live. Dear Grandparent taught me how to live. Today is my birthday. I’m… Continue reading
The road called me. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I’m tire of same places and faces. I need the road. https://youtu.be/ZodBYQ4pJ0M The road called me I’m tire, so damn tired. Somehow I… Continue reading
The canvas of love A Poem by Coyote Poetry True love is real art. We must use our imagination, draw out plans. Touch with gentle movements create emotion that will expand to great… Continue reading
Water and fire A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Water and fire I told the Irish beauty in the tavern In Austin, Texas. Some men are dying and some men are living.… Continue reading
Liar’s prayer A Poem by Coyote Poetry Reading ancient writers and computer was down. Started writing some new poetry. I hope you enjoy. https://youtu.be/KzFQokknfU8 Liar’s prayer My kind and new friend. We… Continue reading
Quiet echos and secluded places A Poem by Coyote Poetry We will hold many penances for things done and missed. https://youtu.be/tcSM0v9XcWA Quiet echos and secluded places The coffee shop poet told the… Continue reading
A woman like you. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Few people can bring you from self made hell. When a sweet woman offer a soft hand and love. Even the dead can be… Continue reading
Oh my lover Kisses not resisted. Interlacing bodies twisted-up in the Texas two-step. The hot Texas nights and lonely souls sharing time and the long Island ice tea. Sweet lady whispered. No rainbows… Continue reading
IF I was the king of the forest. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old memories and old dreams. If I was the King of the Forest. American Soldiers drinking with boisterous… Continue reading
Never again. Nie wieder. Plus jamais. A Poem by Coyote Poetry An old man wanted to thank an American Soldier. Never again. Nie wieder. Plus jamais. (The old man spoke with tears. Told… Continue reading