Home -part two
(Home, sweet home. Part two. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words.) Home, sweet home (For Port Austin) Sun and heat, heat and sun. The Kuwait days slow and not easy.… Continue reading
Home – part one
The White cliffs of Dover Places gain value when you are surrounded by war. The World War one and the World War two soldiers dreams of coming home. The white cliffs of… Continue reading
Always
Originally posted on TheFeatheredSleep:
Sorrow You come from the juxtapose of joy As I ate words of love I had been starving for Felt your surround like a glory My body opening for…
We had the month of May, once.
We had the month of May, once Pretty gal from Italy told him by the Monterey Bay, the pipe dream poet, he isn’t poetry, he isn’t love, he is cursed, cursed to… Continue reading
“We are born to live and we are born to live”
We are born to die and we are born to live Dear father drank his one pint of rum with some coke nightly and he sat alone with his thoughts. I learn… Continue reading
“You can’t go back to”
You can’t go back to I wanted everything and I wanted nothing. You held me so tightly, made me feel so loved and so needed. I was fleeing love when the flame… Continue reading
“He remember love”
He remember love Old man sat by the Lake St. Clair. He saw an auburn beauty walking the biking path. Her eyes of sea-water blue and her soft smile lost in kind… Continue reading
The song of May
The song of May I am taking the train to Basel. Dear Alexandra is waiting in the city of wonder for me. She found me on the poetry site and she told… Continue reading
“Our children”
(Our children A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words.) Our children “Your children are not your children. They are sons and daughters of life’s longing for itself” Kahlil Gibran My child, you… Continue reading