First words, last words..
First words, last words A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words can have great power. False words can brake a heart forever. Word of true love can make us desire the moon and the stars. … Continue reading
Tag Archive: Coyote Poetry
A Scottish girl… And a beautiful Nati Dreddd song.
A Scottish gal.. I told the bartender. I do adore the Scottish gals. Their voices steal me away into their beautiful eyes. I looked at the bartender and I told him. Never brake… Continue reading
Can’t cry no-more and a beautiful Llse de Lange song.
Can’t cry no-more. Pretty memories had turn black. The prettiest gal in my world left my world and the saddest man on the block. He learn too late. He had love near, he… Continue reading
Leftover wine and a beautiful Melanie song.
Leftover wine… Once, you and I, we tried to catch the wind. Once, you and I, tried to touch the clouds. We marvel at our world and we danced freely with the wildflowers… Continue reading
The dream surfer and a beautiful Ayla Nereo song.
The dream surfer… In the prettiest dreams, in the most beautiful places and the sweetest days. The dream surfer can find and again know. Once upon a midnight dream, my yearning heart sought… Continue reading
Some Coyote’s quotes and a T.S. Eliot poem.
“This is the way the world ends. Not with a bang but a whimper..” T.S. Eliot “My grandfather told me often, one day, the teacher will become the student. The student will become the teacher.” “Once my dear grandmother… Continue reading
The strong and the blessed…
The strong and the blessed.. Today I am a old man. I lived in many places and I have lived many lives. I was a businessman, I was a soldier and I was… Continue reading
The last time I saw your face, my kind friend. I remember.
The last time I saw your face, my kind friend. I remember… When we are blessed with youth and vinegar. We don’t know. We have few mentors and people who shall love us.… Continue reading
We loan, we borrow and we stole…
We loan, we borrow and we stole… The Winter of 1978, we create boundless nights, we made thousand promises for love and you taught me. We loan, we borrow and we stole. The… Continue reading
The lake song…
The lake song.. I told her. I apology sweet Alison. Somewhere in time, the flowing river of love was murdered. I do not blame no-one. I have accepted my place. I have my… Continue reading