Beautiful flowers and some words.
Who is right and who is wrong? When both sides are wrong. How many graves must be dug for us to learn. Soldiers and bombs destroying Palestine. USA attacking Iran. Who is winning?… Continue reading
Who is right and who is wrong? When both sides are wrong. How many graves must be dug for us to learn. Soldiers and bombs destroying Palestine. USA attacking Iran. Who is winning?… Continue reading
A Spring flower A Poem by Coyote PoetryA poem for my story- Poet’s love A Spring flower. Was a Spring flower.So tall and so beautiful. Was a Spring flower.That reached for the sky.The sky… Continue reading
1- Once, I saw everything in your eyes. You whispered to me, your dreams of Big Sur and climbing Mount Rainier. I was thankful to listen my kind friend. You loved me. 2-… Continue reading
Love is like a flower gardenA Poem by Coyote PoetryJust words. (A Poem by Coyote PoetryWe forget sometimes to show love to the people who truly loved us.) Love is like a flower… Continue reading
Dead flowers. Once we tried to catch the wind. We loved the California fault line and the Pacific. She loved the black velvet whiskey and I loved her. I always brought her live… Continue reading
1- Once, I saw everything in your eyes. You whispered to me, your dreams of Big Sur and climbing Mount Rainier. I was thankful my kind friend. You loved me. 2- Like this.… Continue reading
The pretty flower near the sea. A Poem by Coyote Poetry For a Monterey, Ca. friend. The pretty flower near the sea… I was station at Fort Ord for three years from December 1991… Continue reading
Pretty flowers.. I have become my grandfather. I do love my garden. My grandfather told me often. Treat the family like a garden. Water, show concern and take care of. Dancing Coyote
1- Once, I saw everything in your eyes. You whispered to me, your dreams of Big Sur and climbing Mount Rainier. I was thankful my kind friend. You loved me. 2- Like this.… Continue reading
Thank you for the kindness of love.. ( April is poetry month. This is new poem number twenty-eight.) Cecelia was a Monterey beauty. More beautiful than the flowers that decorated the walkway by… Continue reading