It is cut and dried.
It is Cut and dried. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old words still mean the same. It is cut and dried. Old man sitting at the Old Fox tavern. Drinking his rum… Continue reading
It is Cut and dried. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old words still mean the same. It is cut and dried. Old man sitting at the Old Fox tavern. Drinking his rum… Continue reading
The silence and the sea. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need to listen to the sea, the wind and rebirth each day hopeful and ready. The silence and the sea Blessed… Continue reading
Shadows of war A Story by Coyote Poetry War can catch even the cold in heart. Shadows I was a Soldier for almost 15 years. I volunteered for every dangerous mission you could… Continue reading
Family pictures. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Kind people leave us with kind memories and show us how to live. Family pictures. Do we know when the final goodbye is? Did we… Continue reading
A dance with Death. A Poem by Coyote Poetry If we listen. Wisdom can be heard in the wind. A dance with Death.(If you are lucky. We get warnings to change our… Continue reading
Mend and alter A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is hard. Needs time to heal and to be reborn again. Mend and alter Life is simple my friends. There is consequences for… Continue reading
Daybreak confession to the Sea A Poem by Coyote Poetry In a life we must add up what we have done. Re-set our journey and begin again. Daybreak confession to the Sea… Continue reading
Sweet bondage. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Many kinds of beauty. Elixir of the sweet kiss and to get lost in the eye of the woman with the sea in her clear blue… Continue reading
Brother peace, sister love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry War is alive and well. Why? 9-11 is here today. Remember New York city and pray for the families. English: PEARL HARBOR (Nov. 11,… Continue reading
My last stand will be in New York city. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Two brother died by own hands. I dream of a place to find peace. … Continue reading