The human touch.
The human touch. A Poem by Coyote Poetry The easiest gift to give is concern, time and to listen. In a world of fast pace and little time. We must slow down and show… Continue reading
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Blue eyes.
Blue eyes. A blue-eyed angel is crying for me.In the turmoil of a kind love.The paradise of burning and powerful emotion.It can create a strange prison. I hold her too tightly,then I don’t… Continue reading
Silence and listen. Remembering Mindy McCready and my brothers.
Silence and listen. Old man sitting alone and he is talking to the wind. Sending apologies to old memories.Once a proud man filled with self-praise and goals. Today the goals mean nothing.Pride just… Continue reading
A thousand years.
A thousand years. Where are you, my sweet lover? I searched for you and all I found was traces of smiles and scent of gentle and sweet perfume left. We had an untamed… Continue reading
Isn’t no fucking good war.
Isn’t no fucking good war. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Can’t allow the hate and fear to overcome us. World been the same for a long time. Must dance and love. Never know when… Continue reading
Please come home to me.
Please come home to me. I called you from Monterey. I told you the sea is so beautiful. The Pacific Ocean sings to me, bring me hope. I drink coffee all day. I… Continue reading
The final place.
One more day my love I waited for you. You requested me to come and wait for you. Every night at 2 am. I watched you dance your final dance for desperate men,… Continue reading
I gave my love to you, dear Beatrice.
I gave my love to you, my sweet Beatrice Was Monterey, was the sea nearby. It was the whiskey and sweet wine we drank dear Beatrice. We conspired to find new cities and… Continue reading
The karma of love.
The karma of love A Poem by Coyote Poetry When we are young. We waste the gift of love. The Karma of Love. Written on 5 March 1985 I remember when the sparkles… Continue reading
You did not leave me my friend.
You did not leave me my friend. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some scars cannot heal. We learn to live with them. … Continue reading