The faces of the children.
The faces of the children. A Poem by Coyote Poetry No-one wins in war. The winner celebrate and dead cannot speak no-more. The faces of war. I have seen the faces of the children… Continue reading
Barefoot girl.
Barefoot girl. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Nothing as beautiful as a woman who is barefoot, dancing with the sea and happy. Barefoot girl. Prettiest girl in Iron Mountain told me. Let’s find the… Continue reading
Please come to me on a summer day.
Please come to me on a summer day. The prettiest gal in Germany told me. Please come to me on a summer day. We can drink the summer wine, and we can dance… Continue reading
The word man.
Many years ago. In 1991 to 1993. I would read my poetry on the coastline of California. I had some fans too. Old woman and young girls. They called me the word man. I carry a… Continue reading
The human touch.
The human touch. A Poem by Coyote Poetry The easiest gift to give is concern, time and to listen. In a world of fast pace and little time. We must slow down and show… Continue reading
Blue eyes.
Blue eyes. A blue-eyed angel is crying for me.In the turmoil of a kind love.The paradise of burning and powerful emotion.It can create a strange prison. I hold her too tightly,then I don’t… Continue reading
Dreams don’t die. Can be heard by wise people in the gentle wind.
Dreams don’t die. Can be heard by wise people in the gentle wind and never forgotten. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Can’t allow war to blind us from peace. Guns and hate will close… 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
Ghosts and shadows. Three chapters.
Ghosts and shadows. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Life is accepting life as-is. Maybe we have enough. Ghost and shadows- chapter one. Beautiful Tanya waited patiently with the kind morning sun upon her face. … Continue reading
I want us to fall in love again.
Number one- With Johnnie Walker whiskey confident and on a wing and prayer. I asked the pretty Texas gal for a dance. The pretty maiden laughed and she smiled. She told me. Life… Continue reading