New York city. Part two. Central Park.
Central Park A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A day in New York Central Park I awoke smelling fresh coffee and pancakes/bacon being cooked. I saw Dorothy was busy in her kitchen. I… Continue reading
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Strangers, trains and planes
Strangers, trains and planes A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some people can’t be held down. Freedom is too valuable. Strangers, trains and planes She called my from Paris. She whispered I will be… Continue reading
“Some days can be perfect”
Some days can be perfect A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is like the sea. We can be as powerful as a Winter storm or quiet as the smooth dance of the morning… Continue reading
“Choose the road your love”
Choose the road you love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is simple. Find something you enjoy. Then do it. Nirvana-The supreme happiness that according to Buddhism comes when all passion, hatred… Continue reading
Happy Thanksgiving
It is Thanksgiving. I hope you have time to spend with your family. Remember the soldiers and the needy. Souvenirs A Poem by Coyote Poetry The odd things we hold special in old… Continue reading
“Sacred places and sweet dreams.”
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
New York city ( Part one)
New York city lights I left Iraq in the Winter of 1992. I was sent to Fort Dix, New Jersey. I took a leave after I arrived in the USA… Continue reading
I didn’t know
I didn’t know A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Enjoy. I didn’t know My September lover would heat up the coming days of Autumn of 1978. She promised me today only.… Continue reading
The Lucky one
The lucky one A Poem by Coyote Poetry The gift of love. No more honored gift. The lucky one She offered me a smile and a hello. I was besieged by her… Continue reading
“Broken promises and forgotten places.”
Broken promises and forgotten places A Poem by Coyote Poetry A wise man accept responsibility for his actions. Broken promises and lost places I remembered we had dreams of being barefoot in… Continue reading