“No regret”
No regret A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good people bless us with their time and friendship. No regret She was an Iron Mountain, Michigan girl. Eyes of golden brown, long-legged and a… Continue reading
Category Archive: Poetry and story
“My wild Texas rose”
My wild Texas rose A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good song make us write. My wild Texas rose Kind mistress night brought her to me. The Austin, Texas bars brought people from all… Continue reading
“The sparkle in your eyes”
The sparkles in your eyes A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old memories and places. The sparkles in your eyes I remember when the sparkles in your eyes could light up the world… Continue reading
I told my children-Live a Hemingway life
Je t’aime A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Je t’aime- I love you You told me in Paris once. “Je t’aime my Johnnie.” Your words like sweet wine overtook my mind and… Continue reading
“Glorious love”
Glorious love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love can make us feel like kings and love can make us feel like a pauper. Glorious love. We danced and learned true laughter at… Continue reading
I gave my love to you, dear Bearice
I gave my love to you, my sweet Beatice A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words I gave my love to you, my sweet Beatrice Was Monterey, was the sea near. It was… Continue reading
“Mercy and friendship my friend. We need”
Mercy and forgiveness my friend. We need. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Need mercy and good friends to survive this life. The Quality of Mercy The quality of mercy is not strain’d. It… Continue reading
Photos and short poetry about war
Short poetry about war. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I’m tire of war and violence. What is left? The dead will not rise. War steal the best from us. Who remember the… Continue reading
“I’m no-one and you are everything”
I’m no-one and you are everything A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words I’m no-one and you are everything I bleed everyday for people who have no concern for me. I work… Continue reading
“The Poet”
The Poet A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good to be the word man. Good for the heart and soul to release thoughts to paper and pen. The Poet Many moons ago in… Continue reading