Our legacy…
Our legacy, some little poetry. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Awakening my muse. Legacy, some little poetry.. 1- The Monterey tavern poet sat alone and beautiful Eleanor sat with him. Her eyes seeking his… Continue reading
I dream of you..
I dream of you… I remember Paris. You were in your perfect place and free. Your mind running wild in the beauty of the old city of Paris. The kind and beautiful, City… Continue reading
Carved memories…
Carved memories… I found you holding the roses by the bedroom window. You were adoring the falling sun and waiting for the Autumn moon to rise. I sat with you and I traced… Continue reading
Hands of stone…
Hands of stone A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love make our hands of rock, soft and tender to the people we love and care for Hands of stone… Life is hard. Gentleness is… Continue reading
I weep, the world weep for the children of war..
Everybody knows. Part two. I weeps, the world weep. “What peace can be, where both to one pretend.” John Dryden “This is the way the world ends.This is the way the world ends.This… Continue reading