Merry Christmas my friends and a poem. Everything.
Everything A Poem by Coyote PoetryHow much do we truly need? Everything… If I lost everything. Would I become afraid? We live in a time. Where needing more and more is the real… Continue reading
The boardwalk..
The boardwalk… The dancing Lake Huron surround us, you are barefoot walking and your eyes of wonder, studying the lake. I tell you, I love the simple days when we can feel the… Continue reading
Merry Christmas and you can’t wait till life isn’t hard anymore.
Nightbirde… I have been listening to a brave young woman, Nightbirde. She is so beautiful, her eyes glows with joy and she moved so gently. She stole my mind and my heart. Music… Continue reading
I followed you and you followed me..
I followed you and you followed me… I was following you and you were following me. And we did not know. She was a beauty of splendor who aspired to challenge the sea,… Continue reading
Be brave. Merry Christmas my friends.
Be brave… Time, the most value item we control. Please ensure you do one thing you enjoy daily. Don’t allow the world to control your life. ————————————— Be brave, don’t accept racism, don’t… Continue reading
We were young once..
We were young once.. “We poets in our youth begin with gladness; But there off in the end despondency and madness.” Wordsworth “Soldiers rest! Thy warfare o’er, Dream of fighting fields no more:… Continue reading
Idyllic places and time..
Idyllic places and time.. The storyteller told the writers. We shall learn that life is Summer and Winter. Spring and Fall. We will know sweetness and we shall know sadness. We will be… Continue reading
I hate you, I love you.
I hate you / I love you… I try to escape you. I try to flee your memory. I repeat secret words in hidden places in my mind. I hate you, I love… Continue reading
The stranger and the Poet’s song.
The stranger and Poet’s song A Poem by Coyote PoetryWe are strangers till we say hello to another. The stranger song… Houses built on sand will sink. Love built on false hope will… Continue reading
Fabiola..
Fabiola… A Poem by Coyote PoetryTime changes everything Your name came to me in the midnight hour. Brought back the canvas of your perfect body, kind smile and your beautiful face. Your name,… Continue reading