-Be flexible branches than dead roots
Be flexible branches than dead roots A Story by Coyote Poetry I learn the past is gone and today actions matter, by a New Orleans Tarot card reader. Be flexible branches… Continue reading
Be flexible branches than dead roots A Story by Coyote Poetry I learn the past is gone and today actions matter, by a New Orleans Tarot card reader. Be flexible branches… Continue reading
Who can limit love? A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Who can limit love” Words from the great writer Virgil. in Who can limit love? She wanted to be the Joan of… Continue reading
Coffee, You and me A Poem by Coyote Poetry Take two to tangle and to dance by the midnight moon. Coffee, you and me “Then shall thy circling arms embrace and dip my… Continue reading
Everything was you Waking up alone. Booze, blood and nothing is all I got. I have gone crazy. I have find peace in loneliness. You were my everything. I was your mountain and… Continue reading
You will be always be on my mind The splendor of true love, Where you allow the wall of fear to fall completely down. Allowing emotion and desire to take two people away… Continue reading
The stone face man A Poem by Coyote Poetry Everybody got a story. Some folks understand. No-one want to hear them anyway. Stone face man In old New Orleans 1993. I… Continue reading
Blinded. But not dead yet. (Old poem from 6 July 1993. Must go to the bottom of the barrel to be able to see the light. Now I see chances to do good… Continue reading
Old painter on the beach boardwalk Old man sat alone. He was painting a picture of a woman. She was from another time. We sat in silence till he finally spoke to me.… Continue reading
Coyote song A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just a effort at music Coyote song On a quiet… Continue reading
Spin the bottle A Poem by Coyote Poetry The game of youth get used without our permission with old age. Spin the bottle Old man sat alone. Told me. “Damn if… Continue reading