The human touch.
The human touch. A Poem by Coyote PoetryThe easiest gift to give is concern, time and to listen. In a world of fast pace and little time. We must slow down and show the… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Coyote Poetry
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A lullaby.
The old poet sang a lullaby to the sea.A lullaby, a sensual woman whispered to me once on a warm Spring day.“Come live with me and be my lover.I will be your salvation… Continue reading
The coming storms.
The coming storm. Her lustful glances left me condemned to fall into the harmony of her smile. She was a rare desert flower that dazzled me with flattering words. She whispered to me… Continue reading
Peace will come. With unity and respect.
Peace will come. (Today the world leaders are naysayers and liars. Speaking peace and killing. Old wise saying. Can’t speak peace and war in the same sentence.) My child, don’t you cry. War… Continue reading
Beautiful girl danced for the moon and the stars.
Beautiful girl danced for the moon and the stars. She danced a circle dance for the moon and the stars,her hair flowed freely in the warm nightly breeze.I told the kind moon, thank… Continue reading
My November thoughts. Old poetry with same meaning today.
My November thoughts. Once I needed everything and I learned. Everything wasn’t needed. November is coming and the cooler and slower days I do love. I am in the November of my life.… Continue reading
Happy Halloween. Saving Amber. Part three and four.
Saving Amber- part three A Chapter by Coyote Poetry“What hide in the dark. It will come out and hunt” … Continue reading
Happy Halloween. Saving Amber. Part one and two.
Saving Amber- part one A Chapter by Coyote PoetryA story, part one. Saving Amber… Part one. Coyote and his baby coyotes were looking for a monster. His friend Amber been having dreams she was… Continue reading
Almost Halloween and some photos/words.
Almost Halloween… Tell the children, it is Friday the thirteen. Tell the children, don’t look under the bed. Tell the children, don’t look inside the closet. Tell the children, don’t look for spooky… Continue reading
Happy Halloween. Never talk to strangers.
Never talk to a stranger.. The last tavern on the Austin, Texas street “Fifth street”. Low music and people seeking conversation. Pretty lady sat with me and she ordered a double shot of… Continue reading