She had Angels wing upon her back.
She had Angels wings upon her back. Her long auburn hair rolled down her long slender back. The tattoos Angel awoke secret dreams and nightmares. Her tattoos rolled down from soft neck to… Continue reading
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Wild Maria, dancing Maria, my Winter storm.
Wild Maria, dancing Maria, my Winter storm. The crimson night, the thunderstorms of life had brought me to you. I watched you from a distance and I dreamed of moonlight nights, feeling your… Continue reading
Don’t look at me with disappointment.
Don’t look at me with disappointment. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We must remember we set the example. Lead with concern, kindness and hope. Don’t look at me with disappointment. Don’t look at… Continue reading
Wisdom of a long life.
Wisdom of a long life. When we are born.Even the poorest of people have opportunities. Outcasts and poor folks seem to work harder.They appreciate every small or large victory.They grasp books and reach… Continue reading
The gospel told by a common man. 2026 version.
The Gospel told by a common man A Poem by Coyote Poetry World is going crazy. USA need to reset our goals. Mask men roaming the USA create chaos. Why? The Gospel told by… Continue reading
The boardwalk.
The boardwalk. The dancing Lake Huron surround us, you are barefoot walking and your eyes of wonder, studying the lake. I tell you, I love the simple days when we can feel the… Continue reading
Bad behavior and a beautiful Amanda Shires song.
Bad behavior. Loveliest lady in Port Austin. She waited for no-one on the long pier into Lake Huron. I adored her auburn hair and her wild hazel eyes. She would find me sitting… Continue reading
The rising sun, the falling moon.
The rising sun, the falling moon. “Save someone and you will save yourself, Save many and you shall learn peace.” Prettiest lady, I have ever seen, she danced with the Lake Superior waves.… Continue reading
I need a warm Spring Day. A Spring flower.
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
The shadows are dancing.
The shadows are dancing. She told me, dear poet. Your love isn’t dead; your love is sleeping. She was a perfect North Dakota girl dancing with a Michigan boy in the city of the… Continue reading