The word Freedom had many meanings..
The word “Freedom” had many meanings. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words. Could have different meanings. The word “Freedom”. I learn the word “Freedom” can be defined in many forms. I stood with… Continue reading
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Remember freedom isn’t free.. For July 4th.
Remember freedom isn’t free. July 4th is coming. We need leaders in integrity, honor and selfless service.. I sat by the Cherry trees of Michigan in Northern Michigan and I remembered a good… 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
Delicate flower..
Delicate flower A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some people and places are perfect. They are delicate flowers and perfect places. Delicate flower.. I was a wore and torn man, receded into the whiskey… Continue reading
Run away with me..
Run away with me…(A old poem written in 1992 with a light rewrite.) Sweetest and prettiest gal in Ann Arbor.Please run away with me.Let’s toss all our useless dreams away and please take… Continue reading
I walked away. Beautiful Kelly..
I walked away… Beautiful Kelly… I felled in love with a voice. I fell in love with a face. Please tell me, you love me. We have a great sea to separate us.… Continue reading
The daylight fading..
The daylight fading…. Once the most kindest woman in Texas weaved me a safe place to be. Dearest Jayne use to hold me tightly and she sang songs of love to me late… Continue reading
Where are you?
Where are you? A Poem by Coyote Poetry We lose people, and we learn we need them. Where are you? Do you remember me?Do you think of me on the lonely nights?Was I… Continue reading
Ghosts, demons, lovers and lonely corridors..
Ghosts, demons, lovers and lonely corridors…. The solemn days leave us with faces of ghosts, demons and angels. The lonely corridors make us wish for less harsh words and less goodbyes. Once friendly… Continue reading
Scottish gal kisses..
The sweetest Scottish gal kisses My gun are locked away. My mind and my body is tire. I came to Aberdeenshire to remember a memory. Once young brave soldier told his auburn hair… Continue reading