If Trees Could Speak (Dialogue with The Divine Mother)
Powerful and good words. Please read and enjoy the work of a talented writer.
Category Archive: poetry
The last Utopia. The pen and the paper.
Utopia of the pen and the paper. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Last freedom is the mind. Can’t control the mind completely. Always hope hiding somewhere. Utopia of the pen and… Continue reading
Would be a better world if more people read and wrote. Write, write and write some more.
Write, write and write some more A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words are powerful. They create tears, laughter, happiness and sadness. Without the great word-men and word-women. What would we know and understand?… Continue reading
-Song of love
Song of love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words and thoughts for today. I was reading the ancient writers today. Song of love.. Drunkenness in a reckless love, knowing the true fragrant… Continue reading
One more day.
One more day. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Wars need to end. No-one win in war. Twenty one gun saluteLoyalty Duty Respect Selfless service Honor Integrity Personal courage (Soldier creed) Standing tall and… Continue reading
My Personal Cell
Amazing poetry and beautiful artwork by a talented writer. Please read and enjoy.
-Mystical places
Mystical places A Poem by Coyote Poetry First love, first real kiss and the first true words of love become mystical places where we can find in sweet dreams forever. Mystical places… Continue reading
More poetry for Jack London. “When Gods laughts”
When Gods laughs A Poem by Coyote Poetry I read Jack London book today “When God laughs.” It is a amazing book. Quotes and words from a amazing writer Jack London and… Continue reading
For Jack London. ” Just meat and tales of kisses”
Just meat and tales of kisses A Poem by Coyote Poetry Quotes from Jack London book “When God laughs” “Well, I have. He was like this beefsteak. You an’ me is eatin’. It… Continue reading
Low Days
Originally posted on The Happy Healthy Kiwi:
Depression. It sucks, a lot. It’s not about being sad all the time, because sometimes I can’t feel anything. It’s not about snapping out of it…