The human touch…
The human touch. A Poem by Coyote Poetry The 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… Continue reading
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I used to be…
I used to be. A Poem by Coyote Poetry The past is gone. What can we do to improve our life and show love and kindness to family and friends.” I used to be…… Continue reading
The landscape of the perfect place…
THE LANDSCAPE OF PERFECT PLACE… I understand the difference between the light and the dark.I have glimpsed perfect beauty and I have known solid hate.Even if my eyes were blinded and my heart… Continue reading
Never dance with the devil…
Never dance with the Devil.. You are so damn fine, yes you are. You are like Black Velvet whiskey, Straight, easy to drink and smooth as silky kisses and erotic dances at the… Continue reading
Celestial beauty..
Dancing Coyote
If I were the king of the forest…
If I was the King of the Forest. American Soldiers drinking with boisterous and loud German women and men in a guesthouse.Celebrating the May festival in Stuttgart in 1978. Drinking the cognac and… Continue reading
Just words…
There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed. Ernest Hemingway Reading and writing, like everything else, improve with practice. And, of course, if there are… Continue reading