The New York city lights-chapter seven
The New York city lights-Set-up and conversation. Chaper seven A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A new chapter. The New York city lights Me and Dorthy were left alone. Our friendly bartender and… Continue reading
The New York city lights-Set-up and conversation. Chaper seven A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A new chapter. The New York city lights Me and Dorthy were left alone. Our friendly bartender and… Continue reading
mahafsoun I adored you I loved you near and afar. I loved your soft voice and beautiful face. I stood near you and we held hands and shared drink. We traveled… Continue reading
My Grandfather house A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words My Grandfather house (First written on 14 March 1980- Rewritten 29 December 2015) Time has moved too quickly. I have growth from… Continue reading
You can’t go back to A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words You can’t go back to I wanted everything and I wanted nothing. You held me so tightly. Made me feel so… Continue reading
The New York city lights- A New York day—Chapter six A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Just words The New York city lights–A New York day–chapter six Dorthy dressed lightly. A long dress… Continue reading
Dear lover A Poem by Coyote Poetry People can fall together for the wrong reasons. Dear lover I have learned too late. The words not spoken and the letters never written. Are… Continue reading
The New York city lights-the night—Chapter five A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Another chapter. The New York city lights-the night I held Dorthy tightly. My face in her hair, her hair smelled… Continue reading
Free bird A Poem by Coyote Poetry Ain’t no real freedom. Even the free bird need a place to rest. Free bird We built our love upon straw and paper. We didn’t know… Continue reading
Thank you wwwpalfitness for nominating me for this award. Again I am making my own rules. They are not difficult as was the one last night. I am going to do more than… Continue reading
Quiet echos and secluded places A Poem by Coyote Poetry We will hold many penances for things done and missed. Quiet echos and secluded places The coffee shop poet told the young… Continue reading