Resemble love..
Resembled love A Poem by Coyote Poetry True love is rare and hard to find. Resembled love.. Pretty as a perfect picture and she gave me sly smile and a wink.I was weary… Continue reading
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Katie wrote..
Katie wrote.. Painted words are what the writer understand. Wisp and grasps of sweet dreams are the last myth of emotions for love and words. Dead writer in the Winter of his life.… Continue reading
Almost home..
Almost home.. Took me 26 years and four bloody wars zones and I learn.Monterey was still there,the Pacific was still dancing and you could buy a cup of Irish Coffee on the pier.… Continue reading
She serene me with the sweet words of love..
She serene me with the sweet words of love.. Sometime we shroud ourselves in things we shouldn’t have.Torrent love flames will become weaker and you must have something else to hold on to.… Continue reading
Black laced pen..
Blood laced pen… Fight or flee?love or hate?stay or go?Laugh or cry?I wonder what Hemingway remembered in his last moment. Did he remember war or the face of Agnes?My pen does bleed to… Continue reading
Ravishing beauty dancing alone..
Ravishing beauty dancing alone. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Hard to brake down walls of regret and disappointment. Need time and distance to forget. Ravishing beauty dancing alone.. We will masquerade as many… Continue reading
One more day, I do need. Some words.
Two poems about life, war, peace and death. Remember what John Denver said. “War is man’s sin.” Prayer for peace.. Guns and bombs block outthe cries for peace.New graves with white crossesfor brave… Continue reading
No regrets.. My Iron Mountain gal.
No regret… A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good people bless us with their time and friendship. No regret… She was a Iron Mountain, Michigan girl.Eyes of golden brown, long legged and a robust… Continue reading
Don’t give up and a amazing Willie Nelson song.
Don’t give-up…. I changed face, I changed cities and played the jester well.I believed the stories in the wind, I believed in the voices of the traitors who forsaken my generation.I fought ghost… Continue reading
My muse..
My muse.. You are love and I’m no-one. You came to me with haunting words awakening the want of love, dance and song. Your gentle voice awoke my dying spirit. Your kind words… Continue reading