A solace and a blessing.
A solace and a blessing. A Poem by Coyote Poetry A young man poem. When love was your only purpose. Best days of a life. A solace and a blessing. The good cognac… Continue reading
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What is real?
What is real? A Poem by Coyote Poetry Many questions are asked. Few people can speak the truth. Here in the USA. 200,000 thousand Soldiers are deployed. Poor children were killed in the… Continue reading
Sweet Kaitlyn
A old poem. I feel deep sadness for the family of the children and teachers at the school Sandy Hook, Connecticut. My sister daughter of nine years old died for unknown reasons… Continue reading
A dance with death.
A dance with Death. A Poem by Coyote Poetry If we listen. Wisdom can be heard in the wind. Sometime hard to separate real life from fiction. A dance with Death. (If you… Continue reading
True love gives all
True love gives all A Poem by Coyote Poetry An old and good memory. Our elders teach us how to live.” True love gives all… Sixty five years together. He stood by my grandmother with… Continue reading
In your eyes.
In your eyes In your eyes, I’m everything. The sun, the moon and the wind that cool the night. I feel I can do anything. For when your brown… Continue reading
My beautiful Daniela
My beautiful Daniela I awoke with great pain in my chest. I was escaping Germany soon. A face of an angel who broke my heart was appearing in my mind. I decided to… Continue reading
The madness train.
The madness train A Poem by Coyote Poetry Time to know what real pleasure is. Before it is too late.” The Madness train.. I’m twisted up. Hog-ties to bullshit. I’m strangled with… Continue reading
Fool’s wish. Lover’s hold on.
Fool’s wish. Lover’s hold on. (Written on 19 April 1985) I remember when I rushed home to fall into your arms. We would make love till the morning lights appears. I was intoxicated… Continue reading
Dreams don’t die. Can be heard by the wise people in the gentle wind and is never forgotten.
Rachel Corrie Dreams don’t die. Can be heard by wise people in the gentle wind and is never forgotten. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Can’t allow war to blind us from peace. Guns… Continue reading