We are just bones/flesh and blood waiting to be turn to dust.
My Grandparent We are just bones/flesh and blood waiting to… Continue reading
My Grandparent We are just bones/flesh and blood waiting to… Continue reading
WW2 graveyard outside of Paris Never again. Forgotten words. If we have no peace,… Continue reading
My lovely Beatrice. My muse by the sea. A Poem by Coyote Poetry My lovely Beatrice. My muse by the sea. Beautiful California for us to behold. Enter a love for the… Continue reading
Run with the wind and dance with the sea. A Poem by Coyote Poetry When life make us sad. Need to find reason and purpose. Run with the wind and dance with… Continue reading
Brother peace, sister love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry War is alive and well. Why? English: PEARL HARBOR (Nov. 11, 2010) Naval Station Regional Ceremonial Guard conducts a 21-gun salute in honor of… Continue reading
Chapter by Coyote Poetry Life can be hard. Can be fair also. Chapter eight. Highway 80 west stories. Findingsome kind of peace. I ran more hot water… Continue reading
Russian roulette A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is taking chances. We will fall many times. If we are lucky. We will know peace one day. Russian roulette Beautiful young woman dances… Continue reading
Dreams, wishes and reality. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Looking back in time. We realize we had a good life. Dreams, wishes and reality. Best days in a life are simple and… Continue reading
Beautiful Brigitte (Few people touch our hearts who want nothing in return. I was thankful 34 years ago and today for my blue… Continue reading
My last stand will be in New York City. I want to go to New York City. Sit on a park bench where Leonard Cohen sat with Joplin. Whispering stories of things to come.… Continue reading