“He remembered love”
He remembered love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words He remembered love “Hereditary Feelings”, 2016, Yuriy Ku Drop Old man sat by the Lake St. Clair. He saw an auburn beauty walking… Continue reading
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“The stranger song”
The stranger song A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words The stranger song Pretty lady asked her old lover. When did we become strangers? Once we talked, danced and sang the whole night… Continue reading
“I want to see you again”
I want to see you again. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good days become sweet dreams with time. I want to see you again. The powerful Pacific ocean hide the love stories… Continue reading
The black night and the shadow dance
The black night and the shadow dance A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. The black night and the shadow dance A long time ago in the late night hours of Tubingen, Germany.… Continue reading
“Needing and bleeding”
Needing and bleeding A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love teaches us many things. Mainly hold on tight and be kind. Needing and bleeding I have lived and died in your arms. You… Continue reading
“Sacrificial meal”
Sacrificial meal She was a tall, long-legged Texas girl. She gave me a coy smile. Somehow I caught her attention. I knew, a pursued man are just cattle waiting to be slaughter. She… Continue reading
By the sea
Beautiful Laura sat by the sea A Poem by Coyote Poetry Beautiful places and things can’t be forgotten. Beautiful Laura sat by the sea I sat in a field of wildflowers and… Continue reading
Make Me a Channel of Your Peace
A simple prayer Please lord of life and death. We need the gentle caress of hope and kindness. My world had turn dark with violence and hate. Good people were took from… Continue reading
“Killing me softly”
Killing me softly A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Killing me softly You are my barefoot dream and wish. I have loved you more than anyone or anything since you came to… Continue reading
Please come to Monterey
Please come to Monterey 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… Continue reading