Black boy down
Black boy down A Poem by Coyote Poetry Time we surpass the color of skin. It is 2014, brothers and sisters. Black boy down Another kid killed in the USA. Media described… Continue reading
Category Archive: poetry
“Existence of love”
Existence of love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry For dear Grandparent missed. Existence of love. Ice cream with a cherry. A safe warm house. A big yard to play in. Kind smiles and… Continue reading
“Divine Nature”
Divine Nature A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need long walks into the deep forest. Nature can show us we are just part of a living system that need coöperation of all of… Continue reading
New York city. Part two. Central Park.
Central Park A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A day in New York Central Park I awoke smelling fresh coffee and pancakes/bacon being cooked. I saw Dorothy was busy in her kitchen. I… Continue reading
About my favorite subject- Writing.
(Amazing advice given. A amazing Poet shared her wisdom, thank you Sugar Plum for allowing a re-post)) Seeds -the inner desire to write ~ A Chapter by Sugar Plum ♥ writing, seeds, desire,… Continue reading
Strangers, trains and planes
Strangers, trains and planes A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some people can’t be held down. Freedom is too valuable. Strangers, trains and planes She called my from Paris. She whispered I will be… Continue reading
“Some days can be perfect”
Some days can be perfect A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is like the sea. We can be as powerful as a Winter storm or quiet as the smooth dance of the morning… Continue reading
About writing
(A amazing writer wrote her thoughts on my favorite subject.) About writing -1- A Chapter by Sugar Plum ♥ My thoughts and observation on the process of writing There is no simple or… Continue reading
“Choose the road your love”
Choose the road you love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is simple. Find something you enjoy. Then do it. Nirvana-The supreme happiness that according to Buddhism comes when all passion, hatred… Continue reading
“So beautiful”
So beautiful A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poetry. Good dreams. So Beautiful (Written 6 April 1980) As beautiful as a early morning sunrise. As bright as a full moon that light up… Continue reading