“Souvenirs”
Souvenirs A Poem by Coyote Poetry The odd things we hold special in old age. Souvenirs. A old box filled with simple gifts. Shiny stones from the Big Surf. Sea shells… Continue reading
Souvenirs A Poem by Coyote Poetry The odd things we hold special in old age. Souvenirs. A old box filled with simple gifts. Shiny stones from the Big Surf. Sea shells… Continue reading
One more day. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Wars need to end. No-one win in war. Twenty one gun salute Loyalty Duty Respect Selfless service Honor Integrity Personal courage (Soldier creed) Standing tall… Continue reading
Originally posted on Recruiterpoet Blog:
I study the lines on your face to discover this treasure map to your soul There is no ending; no buried treasure Just a lineage of centuries defined…
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Give and take A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love is a two-way street. Must give to receive. Give and take Pretty woman spoke of love and hate in the same sentence.… Continue reading
The sheep and the wolf The man lifts his bottle of cheap wine, telling the passing people. “You can’t go back after the words are spoken to cut down a sweet love.” The old man didn’t… Continue reading
The raging water I see your bare skin laying alone and I’m writing though-out the night just words into… Continue reading
Originally posted on The Paths of the Spirit:
If you are the sea then I am the moon pulling your distance into my nearness
First words, last words A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words can have great power. False words can brake a heart forever. Word of true love can make us desire the moon and the… Continue reading
Dreaming of Texas A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good to have had danced many dances and knew a lot of laughter. A good life isn’t the money in the bank. It is the… Continue reading