Drunk man calling
Drunk man calling A Poem by Coyote Poetry Funny how we remember faces and places when alcohol open the door to memories. Drunk man calling It is 3 am in the morning.… Continue reading
Drunk man calling A Poem by Coyote Poetry Funny how we remember faces and places when alcohol open the door to memories. Drunk man calling It is 3 am in the morning.… Continue reading
Highway 80 west stories. Chapter seven. Good conversation. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Ancient people can teach us how to live. Highway 80 west stories. Part eight. Conversation with new friends. The… Continue reading
Christina May Shanaberg left our world 8 June 2012. She was a friendly voice and friend on Writer Cafe. These are her poetry. We must allow her words to live so she will… Continue reading
Tender loving care A Poem by Coyote Poetry Real love is given without the desire of reward. Tender loving care She had big blue eyes. She sat on my lap at the… Continue reading
Two out of three ain’t bad. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Lonely are the people who wasted love and friendship. Two out of three ain’t bad. I was sitting alone in a Austin… Continue reading
Beautiful Brigitte (Few people touch our hearts who want nothing in return. I was thankful 34 years ago and today for my blue… Continue reading
Sacred places and sweet dreams A Poem by Coyote Poetry Memories are like good red wine. Become more valuable with time and separation. Sacred places and sweet dreams She traced my skin… Continue reading
Old Soldier A Story by Coyote Poetry Only Soldiers understand what another soldier had seen and felt. Strangers to war and violence cannot understand. When you are near death for too long. You… Continue reading
Bounded love. Till my last breath. The moment I held you. Sweet child of mercy. You brought hope to… Continue reading
A short poem for the Poet Virgil A Poem by Coyote Poetry Poetry for love and the dance Damn the Gods Pretty lady laid bare in heart and soul watching the sun… Continue reading