The ashes and the fire…
The ashes and the fire… My dearest love, my serene memory. I remember us. We loved the midnight hours, locked door and to be 3 am wild and free. The German Winter made… Continue reading
The ashes and the fire… My dearest love, my serene memory. I remember us. We loved the midnight hours, locked door and to be 3 am wild and free. The German Winter made… Continue reading
Sacred places and sweet dreams A Poem by Coyote Poetry Memories are like good red wine. Become more valuable with time and separation. Sacred places and sweet dreams… She traced my skin with… Continue reading
Change A Poem by Coyote Poetry Change is needed when we are locked in. Never know what is around the next turn? Change I sat with a kid of 23 at a Austin,… Continue reading
Pathfinder A Poem by Coyote Poetry We look in many places for what we need and want. Most times what we need is in front of our face. Pathfinder… There are many ways… Continue reading
The tarot cards… I went to an old dark carnival on a hidden road outside of Sarajevo.I have been having a dream about a Gypsy woman. The dreams had brought me to the… Continue reading
A cradle hymn. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just thoughts upon a paper A cradle hymn… Hush little baby. Don’t you cry.Daddy going buy you a humming bird.If the bird. It don’t sing.Daddy… Continue reading
(A prayer for peace) Brother peace, sister love. I had sat by graves of 20,000 Soldiers killed in World War two outside of Paris. Men who died for freedom. The last war. I wonder would they understand the blunders… Continue reading
Unknown soldiers.,.. (April poetry number nineteen.) He wrote to his journal in a Soldier graveyard in France outside of Paris in 1979. The dead don’t suffer no-more. He is surrounded by 40,000 crosses… Continue reading
A California free man once… Hanging with Jim tonight. (April poetry number eighteen.) Took me 33 years of life, dead brothers and broken heart to learn. Life is more than me. I drove… Continue reading
Lovers in Paris… She whispered to me, “O my love, O my love. Make me feel alive. I plucked a rose for us today and I told the red rose. Where had my… Continue reading