A witness to life
A witness to life A Poem by Coyote Poetry We must remember friends and family missed. I believe. When we speak or write about them. We bring them back to our hearts and… Continue reading
Tag Archive: life
_Old Soldier–Enjoy the 4th of the July holiday.
Old Soldier A Story by Coyote Poetry Only Soldiers understand what another soldier had saw and felt. Strangers to war and violence cannot understand. When you are near death for too long. You… Continue reading
_Mend and alter
Mend and alter A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is hard. Needs time to heal and to be reborn again. Mend and alter Life is simple my friends. There is consequences… Continue reading
We must listen with care. Many are walking on a thread of hope. “Silence and listen”
Silence and listen A Poem by Coyote Poetry We learn too late to listen. Silence and listen Old man sitting alone and he is talking to the wind. Sending apologies to old memories.… Continue reading
_You cross my mind in the midnight hours
You cross my mind in the midnight hours A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love is a wild dance. Leave us holding tightly. Hoping forever with the breaking dawn ready to end the perfect… Continue reading
-The dance
The dance A Poem by Coyote Poetry Many kinds of opportunities for the dance. A wise person is fearless in life. If you take no chances. You won’t know what you could of… Continue reading
_A lullaby for orgnaized chaos
A lullaby for organized chaos A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words and thoughts. I hope you enjoy. A lullaby for organized chaos. We shall dance in heaven, earth and in hell.… Continue reading
-An empty book
An empty book. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Need to enjoy life. A good life is many friends and a lot of laughter. An empty book. An empty book is a… Continue reading
_Beautiful journey
Beautiful journey. A Poem by Coyote Poetry A wise person ensure they take the good road. Beautiful journey. A thousand roads to choose. We can ride into darkness without fear of the… Continue reading
My Texas poetry. Two out of three ain’t bad.
Two out of three ain’t bad. I was sitting alone in a Austin tavern in 1996. Drinking long Island ice teas. Trying to get blinded. A old man dressed poorly ordered a water.… Continue reading