You and I. Some good song.
You and I? A long time ago. We had the same hope and dreams. We found each other again, drowning in old regret and good whiskey in the dark Texas taverns. You told… Continue reading
Little boy blue..
Little boy blue. A Poem by Coyote Poetry ( When a child fall down. Someone must pick them up or they could be lost forever.) Little boy blue.. Little boy blue lost… Continue reading
I want to see you again..
A Poem by Coyote Poetry ( Good days become sweet dreams with time.) I want to see you again.. The powerful Pacific ocean hide the love stories of fearless lovers.I wandered the beaches… Continue reading
She serene me with the sweet words of love..
She serene me with the sweet words of love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry (Words of love leave us weak and needing more.) She serene me with the sweet words of love.. Sometime… Continue reading
The Coyote spirit..
A Poem by Coyote Poetry (Last dream is freedom. When it is gone. What is left??) Coyote spirit (In Native American Myth. The Coyote was the joker. Laugh at life and held no fear.)… Continue reading
The children. I am praying for peace and kindness.
h lord, I praying for better days. Please dear Lord. We need some help. Old world had went mad. We need to learn concern, kindness and love. We need to learn. Every life… Continue reading
Nothing will last forever..
Nothing will last forever A Poem by Coyote Poetry (A re-write from 1989) Nothing will last forever.. She sat alone. Her lingering tears falling down her beautiful face. I have told her often.… Continue reading
Love conquered all..
Love conquered all. A Poem by Coyote Poetry (Must know love and kindness to know joy and happiness.) Love conquered all.. Lovers drowning in the amorous of sweet kiss, long embrace andthe long dances… Continue reading
Will you love me tomorrow. Remembering Amy Winehouse..
Will you still me tomorrow.. Beautiful Jenni told me. “Baby, two highways can never be one. You want the world and I want you here. War, battles to be fought and new places… Continue reading
Bitter branches..
Bitter branches.. Old men are like ancient trees. Life will expand and multiply.They will sit on old porches and remember skeletons and blunders.The have learned profound knowledge and the texture of the body… Continue reading