A empty book..
An empty book. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Need to enjoy life. A good life is many friends and a lot of laughter.” An empty book. An empty book is a lonely story.The… Continue reading
Bare and true..
Bare and true A Poem by Coyote Poetry Few times in a life. We open up to another and show them the real person. Bare and true… She was a noble beauty and … Continue reading
Tell me, how you lived..
Tell me, how you lived? Old poet told the people at the poetry reading. Dead men, do not rise. He read some quotes.“For each man kills the things he loves, Yet each man does… Continue reading
Silence and listen. Remembering Mindy McCready.
Silence and listen… Old man sitting alone and he is talking to the wind. Sending apologies to old memories.Once a proud man filled with self-praise and goals. Today the goals mean nothing.Pride just… Continue reading
The lake songs..
I told her. I apology sweet Alison. Somewhere in time, the flowing river of love was murdered. I do not blame no-one. I have accepted my place. I have my journals, my pen… Continue reading
Lingering in a cherish memory..
1- Lingering.. I remember you.Those lingering kisses andyour silken tender skin against me.Your love was holy and so sweet. 2- Cherish The aroma of Summer flowers upon your skin.Your perfect tan legs across… Continue reading
Mercy and forgiveness. We need. And a William Shakespeare poem.
Need mercy and good friends to survive this life.” The Quality of Mercy The quality of mercy is not strain’d.It droppeth as the gentle rain from heavenUpon the place beneath. It is twice… Continue reading
Strangers, trains and planes..
Strangers, trains and planes A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some people can’t be held down. Freedom is too valuable. Strangers, trains and planes She called my from Paris. She whispered I will be in… Continue reading
The black night and the shadow dance..
The black night and the shadow dance… A long time ago in the late night hours of Tubingen, Germany. You and I were wild and free. The yearly Summer festival was alive and… Continue reading
You are my treasure…
You are my treasure… A Poem by Coyote Poetry The cold of Winter is here. I need the comfort of the Spring days. ou are my treasure… My lovely lady loved a slow Sunday… Continue reading