My beautiful Daniela…
My beautiful Daniela A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sweet memories of youth. My beautiful Daniela. (Written when my heart and soul was alive and free to love without fear. Written in November 1978) My… Continue reading
My beautiful Daniela A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sweet memories of youth. My beautiful Daniela. (Written when my heart and soul was alive and free to love without fear. Written in November 1978) My… Continue reading
Peace, mercy and forgiveness. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Forgiveness and the lost of hate. Is mercy for our spirit. Can’t live in the past. Peace, mercy and forgiveness…. Peace, my friend.Will it… Continue reading
Just men A Poem by Coyote Poetry First job in country of Kuwait in 1992. Move the dead frozen bodies from Death Valley. Just men… (I got to Iraq. My first task was to… Continue reading
(Dreams can become nightmares. Nightmares can become sweet dreams one day. A old poem, written in 1984.) I don’t remember how you looked…. I don’t remember how you looked. Your eyes were blue, maybe… Continue reading
Divine Nature A Poem by Coyote PoetryWe need long walks into the deep forest. Nature can show us we are just part of a living system that need cooperation of all of us for… Continue reading
The stone face man A Poem by Coyote Poetry Everybody got a story. Some folks understand. No-one wants to hear them anyway. Stone face man In old New Orleans 1993. I found a… Continue reading
Let pretend A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime little is better than nothing. Let pretend…… Continue reading
The heartstrings… She poured the sweet red wine into her Grandparent borrowed wine glasseswith soft and tender hands. Her eyes of river blue looked into my eyes.He knew she was playing him like… Continue reading
Tender loving care A Poem by Coyote Poetry Real love is given without the desire of reward. Tender loving care She had big blue eyes. She sat on my lap at the college… Continue reading
Miss you, need you.. I am drinking alone beautiful Coco. Somehow I forgot where Texas was and I am so damn lonely. I have called you at midnight, every night for a week.… Continue reading