Merry Christmas-What will I remember?
What will I remember? A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is long. People are many. What is truly important? What will I remember? Days pass by. Life goes on. What will I hold… Continue reading
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Merry Christmas-Existence of love
Existence of love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry For dear Grandparent missed. Existence of love. Ice cream with a cherry. A safe warm house. A big yard to play in. Kind smiles and… Continue reading
“No regrets”
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… Continue reading
“Arousing illusion”
Arousing illusion A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need temptation to make us wish and expand want and need. Arousing illusion Old man told the kid sitting with him at the bar. The… Continue reading
My first love
My first love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Written in 1978. When youth was my advantage. My First love A sweet and beautiful young… Continue reading
A story-She wanted Paris and I wanted her.
(A eroic tale-adult reading) Chapter one -She wanted Paris and I wanted her. Her eyes like dancing stars exploding into the night sky. Her soft hand holding mine tightly. She whispered, “You promised me… Continue reading
“Wisp of the night”
Wisp of the night A Poem by Coyote Poetry Used a paragraph by a Poet name Arsh. I hope you like. Wisp of the night What have we become. We have become stranger… Continue reading
“My siren”
My Siren The cold days of winter leave me longing and yearning for the hot days of summer. The winter days bring back the memory of our closure of our time together back… Continue reading
The easy and the good days
The easy days and the good days A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words The easy days and the good days. On a cold days in the the grasp of the Bosnian Winter.… Continue reading
“Two out of three ain’t bad”
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