Cocoa beach
Cocoa beach A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old places and old memories Cocoa beach I received a phone call. Sweet Peggy called and asked. “Please come to see me. I live in Cocoa… Continue reading
Cocoa beach A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old places and old memories Cocoa beach I received a phone call. Sweet Peggy called and asked. “Please come to see me. I live in Cocoa… Continue reading
The silence and the sea Blessed is the man that knew regret and he learn from it. Lucky is the man who loses the emotion of rage. Learn to live in the… Continue reading
Originally posted on Maiden on the Midway:
Freedom To all our Soldiers past and present, God Bless Glory to the American Flag, long may she wave So many have been covered with her…
Originally posted on The Stranger's Wall:
She is just being herself She was never known, Of hardships and failures, But when she go through it she was ever so calm. She was…
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
A wild bird. I saw the fear in her eyes. She told me that “I love you. I need you.” But I’m afraid. Afraid of losing myself in a emotion where I… Continue reading
Originally posted on The beanbag reflections:
I just watched the appalling documentary –India’s Daughters. India’s daughters???? Really??? I still have goosebumps all over my body from watching that horrendous video! I am appalled.…
Originally posted on Signs Sighs Sights:
She had no shame But she was kind – She was his charming rose and his shame. 13signs
The brown eyes girl A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some woman make you wish you were young and free again. They bring to life the desire for you to want to be wild… Continue reading
Originally posted on vi·sions:
I don’t remember much from my childhood. However, I recall my Omni, my paternal grandmother, talking a lot about the time she spent in New Mexico. I was…