A oldie, but a good one. “I don’t remember how you look”
I don’t remember how you look A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old thoughts and the desires to remember faces lost in time. I don’t remember how you look I don’t remember how… Continue reading
I don’t remember how you look A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old thoughts and the desires to remember faces lost in time. I don’t remember how you look I don’t remember how… Continue reading
The kiss A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old age had taught me. Nothing sweeter than a kiss of love. The kiss The hot days of Summer days were upon us. Youth, wine, song… Continue reading
Mercy and forgiveness my friend. We need. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Need mercy and good friends to survive this life. The Quality of Mercy The quality of mercy is not strain’d. It… Continue reading
Song of the dead and the song of the living. A Poem by Coyote Poetry A combination of memories and places Song of the dead and the song of the living. I… Continue reading
Beautiful Brigitte (Few people touch our hearts who want nothing in return. I was thankful 34 years ago and today for my blue eyes Angel who picks me up and allow me to gain… Continue reading
Bittersweet goodbye A Poem by Coyote Poetry Goodbyes are necessary. Need closure to all things. Bittersweet closure “I walk up to her house. I celebrated one year with this young woman. In… Continue reading
I’m no-one. You are everything A Poem by Coyote Poetry When we love someone more than our-self. We have known real love. I’m no-one. You are everythingOld wise men know. The farewells… Continue reading
A ocean apart You are laying heavy upon my sweet dreams and hope. I hold a simple letter in my hands. Your sweet words saved me from pity and sadness. You wrote sweet… Continue reading
Never again. Nie wieder. Plus jamais. (Holocaust Memorial Day, February, 27 January.) (Did we learn. WW2 was the last war. How many massacres since? How many people murdered for their religion, color… Continue reading
Ribbons and gold. Once I plunged into work and making money. I was led by the natural order of life. Working till one day I was truly alone. Ribbons and bows in… Continue reading