The songs of the seasons…
The songs of seasons A Story by Coyote Poetry A Native American tale. The song of fall… Warm days, cold nights.Create an restless passion.I can hear the whisper of the windon a solitary… Continue reading
The blue eyed girl…
The blue-eyed girl… “When you got nothing to lose.Can’t fall too far my friends.”I told a group of Poets outside the Monterey book store. A blue-eyed girl with hair of auburn stood her… Continue reading
Beautiful faces and passionate kisses…
Beautiful faces and passionate kisses. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good to be young in heart. Willing to rebirth love and desire everyday of an life. Beautiful faces and passionate kisses… When the… Continue reading
If I was the king of the forest…
IF I was the king of the forest. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old memories and old dreams. If I was the King of the Forest…. American Soldiers drinking with boisterous and loud… Continue reading
Shadows of war…
Shadows of war… I was a Soldier for almost 15 years. I volunteered for every dangerous mission you could be part of. The missions were to Africa, Bosnian, Central and South America and… Continue reading
At peace, at last…
The Soldiers gave him a 21 gun salute.Only young and old Soldiers came to say goodbye.Old Sergeant Major finally drank himself to death.35years a Soldier left him waiting for death to come. I… Continue reading
Whiskey dreams are still the same..
Whiskey dreams are still the same. ( 7 Nov. 1979. Time don’t change too much ) Drinking whiskey with the German Soldiers in Stuttgard….. We sing if ” I were the king of the forest.… Continue reading
My Belief System
Hopeful and wonderful poetry shared by a talented writer.
How do we reconcile Spring when the world is burning?
Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com Hello, Spring is synonymous with hope, resurrection, and awakening. Sunlight and warmth bring smiles, memories of longer days, and warmer nights. With barely a sigh of hesitant relief…
Don’t look for things, you don’t want to find..
Don’t look for things, you don’t want to find. A Poem by Coyote Poetry When nonfiction feel like fiction. You have seen too much. Don’t look for things, you don’t want to find….… Continue reading