What will be left?
What will be left? A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need to show concern for Mother Nature. Before she disappears. What will be left? I took my children to the lake. Signs are posted. Do… Continue reading
What will be left? A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need to show concern for Mother Nature. Before she disappears. What will be left? I took my children to the lake. Signs are posted. Do… Continue reading
The Gospel told by a common man A Poem by Coyote Poetry World is going crazy. USA need to reset our goals. An old poem. Now Trump had military attacking cities. Trying to separate… Continue reading
Kiss me and say hello.. The Jazzy songs had saved me. The jazzy songs, I needed. Once on a blue moon night, I told the prettiest girl in Michigan. I loved her so.… Continue reading
The shadows.. (A poem to remember my dear sister. She left my world and I miss her voice.) My sister told me. You have changed and you saw too much shit andyour mind… Continue reading
Russian roulette… Beautiful young woman danced on a stage on the border of Austin Texas, moving like a beautiful butterfly in the breeze. She held the attention of the men holding tightly to… Continue reading
The October days of my life.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry The October days of my life. Last dance for the Coyote. This morning, I saw a old face looking back at me… Continue reading
The maiden of Summer… Was a beautiful late June day and I walking in the early morning in the lake St. Clair. My bare feet enjoyed the coldness of the morning lake. The… Continue reading
The midnight hours.. I knew when I met her near the sea. She was a dangerous endeavor. Her wild sea blue eyes and gentle voice, I could see the wild world in eyes… Continue reading
Monday morning poetry. 1- Was just a kiss, was just a sweet memory. Maybe was the sweetest kiss? 2- Was just a Summer day, was a day of the sea and the dance.… Continue reading
Scars, we do have.. The saddest gal in Monterey asked me. You make me laugh when I want to cry, you make me smile when I want to disappear. You hold my hand,… Continue reading