Give and take…
Give and take A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love is a two-way street. Must give to receive. Give and take… Pretty woman spoke of love and hate in the same sentence.I asked her.… Continue reading
Give and take A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love is a two-way street. Must give to receive. Give and take… Pretty woman spoke of love and hate in the same sentence.I asked her.… 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 droppeth as… Continue reading
The silent sea A Poem by Coyote Poetry The ocean, memories and old dreams. The silent sea.. We can be humble by true beauty.Life can weaved us to places and situations.Blushing beauty can… Continue reading
Beautiful Brigitte A Poem by Coyote Poetry Beautiful Brigitte… (Few people touch our hearts who want nothing in return. I was thankful 44 years ago and today for my blue eyes Angel who picks… Continue reading
I can show you God A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just thoughts and things to ponder on I can show you God… The great search for God is fruitless for some.I knew a… Continue reading
Coffee shop conversation A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good coffee and a chess game is what life need to be. I miss the days of good conversation and chess games. Coffee shop conversation… Continue reading
I used to be… A man is telling me of all his many deeds and accomplishments.I smile and listen.Pretend I care. I don’t believe in talking about the past.Today I am who I am.What matters… Continue reading
1- You left me a unpaid debt, that must be kept. Once you promised me everything. Now you have besieged my heart and I am willing to love you, forever and a day.… Continue reading
Love didn’t break my heart. Life did… He told the beautiful Gypsy girl near the Monterey bay. Love didn’t break my heart. Life did. I am so tire young lady. I allowed vice… Continue reading
Drunk man calling A Poem by Coyote Poetry Funny how we remember faces and places when alcohol open the door to memories. Drunk man calling… It is 3 am in the morning. Your… Continue reading