Sin is sin, till we partake…
Sin is sin, till we partake…. He told the pretty Irish girl, sin is sin till we partake in her sweetness. Then the sin become a part of us, we will accept willingly.… Continue reading
Sin is sin, till we partake…. He told the pretty Irish girl, sin is sin till we partake in her sweetness. Then the sin become a part of us, we will accept willingly.… Continue reading
Your face.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry July poetry number nineteen. Your face… I brought her close and I told her. Honey, you will be alright. We will figure something out. Her eyes were… Continue reading
She was a diamond A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need to be thankful when we hold something precious in our hands. She was a Diamond… 20 Nov. 1994 The drunk man toasted… Continue reading
I don’t remember how you looked…. I don’t remember how you looked. Your eyes were blue, maybe hazel green? Your hair golden blond or maybe strawberry red? I try to describe you and each time I… Continue reading
Coyote spirit A Poem by Coyote Poetry Last dream, we hold, is freedom. When it is gone. What is left? Coyote spirit… (In Native American Myth. The Coyote was the joker. Laugh at life… Continue reading
Words, never spoken… Last two years been very hard. 2020 and 2021, I lost many to cancer and to sickness. Today I miss their voices and I yearn to talk to them again.… Continue reading
A California free man once… Hanging with Jim tonight…. Took me 33 years of life, dead brothers and broken heart to learn. Life is more than me. I drove to 2500 miles, Michigan… Continue reading
Don’t forget about me… 1- She asked him. Will you forget me and find someone sweeter? He looked at her and he knew. He loved his fancy lady. She had a soft voice,… Continue reading
One tin soldier… 1- The color of red, the color of blue and the color of white on my flag. Each color hold great meaning. “White signifies purity and innocence; red, hardiness and… Continue reading
Only love.. Did he pursue her? Or did she pursue him? He was wise and he knew. The women decide the beginnings and the endings. Fa-la-la-la-la, we sang to the rising moon and… Continue reading