Utopia of the pen and the paper
Utopia of the pen and the paper. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Last freedom is the mind. Can’t control the mind completely. Always hope hiding somewhere. Utopia of the pen and the… Continue reading
Utopia of the pen and the paper. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Last freedom is the mind. Can’t control the mind completely. Always hope hiding somewhere. Utopia of the pen and the… Continue reading
Secret love and hidden places A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime kind people can make you dream and wish for things you cannot have. … Continue reading
What will I remember? A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is long. People are many. What is truly important? What will I remember? Days pass by. Life goes on. What will I hold… Continue reading
The dance A Poem by Coyote Poetry Many kinds of opportunities for the dance. A wise person is fearless in life. If you take no chances. You won’t know what you could of… Continue reading
Sweet Brigitte She kissed me once and once… Continue reading
The holidays need to be for the family and friends. We never know when it the last goodbye. I like the phrase “Until we meet again.” I make one goal each year. To… Continue reading
Liar’s prayer A Poem by Coyote Poetry Reading ancient writers and computer was down. Started writing some new poetry. I hope you enjoy. Liar’s prayer… My kind and new friend. We sat… Continue reading
Ancient floors A Poem by Coyote Poetry Ancient floors In the mirrors of time. Old windows may never be closed. Surging memories and regret leave us wishing we were kinder and better. The… Continue reading
The Poet A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Good to be the word man. Good for the heart and soul to release thoughts to paper and pen. The Poet.. Many moons ago in… Continue reading
Sweet surrender A Poem by Coyote Poetry We must forget old wounds and open new doors. Sweet surrender Lost… Continue reading