Will you still love you tomorrow
Will you still love me tomorrow A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good song create words and thoughts. Will you still me tomorrow Beautiful Jenni told me. “Baby, two highways can never be one.… Continue reading
Tag Archive: life
-Barefoot dreams
Barefoot dreams A Story by Coyote Poetry Good places and friends make distance places good dreams in old age. Barefoot dreams I met the Sergeant Major nightly at the Bowling alley, dance… Continue reading
-The road called me
The road called me. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I’m tire of same places and faces. I need the road. The road called me I’m tire, so damn tired. Somehow I got… Continue reading
–She had Angels wings 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
A lesson learned—Trujillo
Trujillo A Poem by Coyote Poetry A long time ago I lived this story. I will go back one day to thank the people of Trujillo for showing me life can be good.… Continue reading
–Bounded love
Bounded love. Till my last breath. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Children make us realize we are not so important. They give us hope and reason to be alive. Bounded love. Till my… Continue reading
-Thankful
Thankful I saw my face in the mirror at Chucky’s Cheese. I was surprised to see a old man looking back. I was fifty one years old. Holding my Grandson. His first birthday… Continue reading
Jennifer
Jennifer A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. I found the poem in a 25-year-old journal. Had to re-written. Jennifer I called my Jennifer from the pay-phone in downtown Monterey in early… Continue reading
One of my old published poems–I don’t remember how you look.
I don’t remember how you look A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old thoughts and the desires to remember faces lost in time. I don’t remember how you look I don’t remember how… Continue reading
Bubbles and dreams in the wind
Bubbles and dreams in the wind A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Bubbles and dreams in the wind I work like a dog. My body is sore and I can barely… Continue reading