The pathfinder
Pathfinder A Poem by Coyote Poetry We look in many places for what we need and want. Most times what we need is in front of our face. The pathfinder.. There are many… Continue reading
Pathfinder A Poem by Coyote Poetry We look in many places for what we need and want. Most times what we need is in front of our face. The pathfinder.. There are many… 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 beauty… Continue reading
Dear Cheryl prayed to the stars and the crying midnight moon… Once a beautiful woman believed love was grand, the kisses would become sweeter and love would save her. She would find me… Continue reading
If you ever forget I love you… Sober man, can’t write no more. He can’t feel no-more pain. Once he sought the greatest dreams and love was his, forever and one day. The… Continue reading
Dark days of Texas.. Comanche Ridge, the last stand for the devils.. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Last chapter of a story started in 2018. Chapter 10. Dark days of Texas.. Comanche Ridge, the… Continue reading
Lovers in Paris.. She whispered to me, “O my love, O my love. Make me feel alive. I plucked a rose for us today and I told the red rose. Where had my… Continue reading
Sleepless nights… You and me, me and you. We love the Jazzy songs, slow dancing bare-ass for the midnight moon and making love till noon. You are my coffee mornings, my Lone Islands… Continue reading
Dark Days of Texas. The long ride, a long time to talk.. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Chapter nine. Hot desert, slow journey, time to listen and learn. Dark days of Texas. The long… Continue reading
Andrea.. I remembered dear Andrea. A lovely Michigan gal, once was kind to my young heart. I wrote into a notebook. “Time has pass us by, old wounds don’t hurt so badly. Old… Continue reading
Love is love.. A noble beauty read her poetry at the Austin, Texas yearly poetry reading. Jessica was disappointed with her life and she read her words to us. “I weaved a page… Continue reading