Thank you for the dance.
Thank you for the dance. My bare foot lady danced by the sea, the moon is above and the stars are lighting up the night sky. I watched her dance, joyfully and content… Continue reading
Tempting fate.
Tempting fate I am walking in the rain, the cold March rain upon my rain.I am walking away from place of love turn black.I left a lady crying and alone.Our sweet words turned… Continue reading
Soldier of fortune.
Soldier of fortune. 1- Painted memories on my skin, my mind and my heart. Some pain and some sweet.I won more than I have lost.I have killed for money; I play a bastard… Continue reading
Glorious love.
Glorious love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love can make us feel like kings and love can make us feel like a pauper. Glorious love. We danced and learned true laughter at the… Continue reading
I still miss you and a beautiful Sinead Harnett song.
I still miss you. 1- Dear Bridgette, you saved me once on a September day.Your soft voice and gentle heart calmed the rage of a man, drowning in rage.You held my hands and… Continue reading
Like father.
Like Father… A Poem by Coyote Poetry Do we become our parent? Do we follow their footsteps. Like father. My father, like most men. He learned to hide is sadness and disappointment. He… Continue reading
Jenny wrote.
Jenny wrote. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words can be magic, can be visions of beauty and can make us dream. Jenny wrote. Painted words are what the writer understands. Wisp and grasps… Continue reading
I wish I was the morning sun.
I wish I was the morning sun. I wish I was the morning sun, be able to sun-kiss your skin. I wish I was the summer rain, be able to caress your face,… Continue reading
Six words poetry.
Six words poetry. A Poem by Coyote PoetryMy attempt at six words poetry. Six words poems….. Dance more, laugh more, live more…. Money is heavy, Love is light….. Yesterday, tomorrow, today. This second matters….… Continue reading
Listen, think and speak.
Listen, think, speak. Grandfather told me often. Take two to fight and take one not to fight. If the aggressor had no-one to fight. Maybe we can learn peace. Grandma told me often.… Continue reading