If I had magic…
If I had magic… Johnnie walked the California Fault line alone. Looking for a ancient and holy place.The desert mountain hard and her natural beauty.Perfect place to hide wishing wells and to burn… Continue reading
If I had magic… Johnnie walked the California Fault line alone. Looking for a ancient and holy place.The desert mountain hard and her natural beauty.Perfect place to hide wishing wells and to burn… Continue reading
The sweetest things A Poem by Coyote PoetryLife is simple. Respect people. Religion should be private. Stay positive. The sweetest thing… I have seen so many mysteries and seen so much beauty. I swam in… Continue reading
Two poems. One poem by a ancient writer and another by a almost ancient writer. A Poem by Coyote PoetryThomas Nashe words are true today as 400 years ago. The world will struggle. Struggles… Continue reading
Broken man prayers A Poem by Coyote PoetryWe pay for every sin my friend. Walk softly through life. Real and solid things come to us rarely. … Continue reading
A immortal love once… A Poem by Coyote PoetryLove is rare and it is a blessing. I had a immortal love once…I told the whiskey glass. The worst sin done, is something we wanted… Continue reading
Don’t look at me with disappointment. A Poem by Coyote PoetryBe real, be fearless and be strong. Seek the things, you love. Don’t look at me with disappointment…. Don’t look at me.Don’t give… Continue reading
The storm A Poem by Coyote PoetrySometime we want what we shouldn’t have. The storm… She had shrouded him with gentle embrace. She was his dream and want. He knew to refrain than… Continue reading
Expand and multiply A Poem by Coyote PoetryOld wise tale. Old man with a heavy load was asked. Why did he carry so much? He smiled and told them. Life expand and multiplies. We… Continue reading
Dreams, wishes and whispers. A Poem by Coyote PoetryBeautiful faces and beautiful places appeared making you wish for different decisions and better endings. Dreams, wishes and whispers… Old age make us ponder thoughts… Continue reading
(Johnnie in 1991 on the Iraq border) The Angels don’t cry for me. A Poem by Coyote PoetryA very old poem. I learn you can’t be forgiven. Just to live with the foolishness. The… Continue reading