Happy Poetry month-Souvenirs
Souvenirs A Poem by Coyote Poetry The odd things we hold special in old age. Souvenirs. A old box filled with simple gifts. Shiny stones from the Big Surf. Sea… Continue reading
Souvenirs A Poem by Coyote Poetry The odd things we hold special in old age. Souvenirs. A old box filled with simple gifts. Shiny stones from the Big Surf. Sea… Continue reading
The word man. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Need people to desire peace before we cross a line of no return. Many years ago. In 1991 to 1993. I would read my poetry… Continue reading
I love you, I love you, I love you A Poem by Coyote Poetry Please listen to the song. I love you, I love you, I love you I love you, I… Continue reading
I don’t remember how you looked. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old memories dance in my head. I don’t remember how you looked. I don’t remember how you looked. Your eyes were blue,… Continue reading
Midnight rendezvous Woman are gifts to wise men. A wise Poet wrote “To see a nude beautiful woman is more wonderful then to see a thousand artistic painting.” My old heart and mind… Continue reading
Poesy A Poem by Coyote Poetry Thank you Dryden for your poetry. Gave me reason to write today. Poesy (For Dryden) True Poets dodge the fakeness of fame. They allow praise to… Continue reading
Bitter branches A Poem by Coyote Poetry J.B Harvey. Her poetic words made me want to write tonight. Bitter branches Old men are like ancient trees. Life will expand and multiply. They will… Continue reading
Raging emotion A Poem by Coyote Poetry A poem for love and my favorite place. Raging emotion Long talks and strong coffee at the Monterey coffee shop. Bring lovers of the poetry… Continue reading
Reflections A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words have great power. Use them well. Reflection Writers and Poets write reflections like a painter uses his gentle strokes to create permanent images of lingering… Continue reading
What will be left? A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need to show concern for Nature. Before she disappears. What will be left? I took my children to the lake. Signs are… Continue reading