“Why do we write story and poetry?”
Why do we write story and poetry? A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old wise saying. “Nothing good to say. Say nothing.” Poetry, my dear friends, is a sacred incarnation of a smile. Poetry… Continue reading
“Write, write and write some more”
Write, write and write some more A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words are powerful. They create tears, laughter, happiness and sadness. Without the great word-men and word-women. What would we know and understand?… Continue reading
“Coming home”
Coming home A Poem by Coyote Poetry You can’t come back from where you left. The road become twisted and we become confused. Coming home I sat in the plane from Philly. Heading… Continue reading
“A woman, like you”
A woman, like you. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Reading my poetry from 1993. Made me think of a good memory and good time. A woman. like you. Me and my sweet… Continue reading
“The season of love”
The season of love A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Old memories. The seasons of love Late August 1978. My Scotland Beauty and I were enjoying our last days and nights together. She was… Continue reading
“THE WEB”
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When she set up to weave a tapestry, Everyone who knew her said: “It would be a masterpiece! “Her adept hands exuding poetry, “Her unparalleled treasure of silken…
“ONE LAST DANCE”
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The waves roar. Spill their embracing foams upon the sandy beach. High above a cliff I stand. The salty breeze blows my hair. A single tear rolls down…
Memory
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And it all boils down to these: “You can never unlearn me. You can never unloved me.” ? The memories of me are in sync with every piece of your being. The happiness. The bliss. The smiles.…
To see you again
To see you again A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words See you again I have become cold and lonely in life and heart again. Life seem to have crumble into a millions… Continue reading
“The dance”
The dance A Poem by Coyote Poetry Dancing can take us to good places. yandex.comSource:(Thank you Tumblr) The dance We were once strangers . Each of us living in self-made chaos. The… Continue reading