My grandfather house…
My Grandfather house… (First written on 14 March 1980- Rewritten 29 December 2015) Time has moved too quickly.I have growth from a small lad to a old man. I remember following you my… Continue reading
My Grandfather house… (First written on 14 March 1980- Rewritten 29 December 2015) Time has moved too quickly.I have growth from a small lad to a old man. I remember following you my… Continue reading
Dear lover A Poem by Coyote Poetry People can fall together for the wrong reasons. Dear lover… I have learned too late. The words not spoken and the letters never written. Are written… Continue reading
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.The scent of… Continue reading
Sins of our father.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We can learn kindness from living and seeing hate and violence. Father’s eyes and anger… Is my Father’s eyes and anger.Are they mine now?… Continue reading
Never more, evermore or nothing more… She told me, please take of the mask. You may not like what you see. You have learned to love the darkness, please look closer, look closer… 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 with… Continue reading
Change A Poem by Coyote Poetry Change is needed when we are locked in. Never know what is around the next turn? Change I sat with a kid of 23 at a Austin,… Continue reading
The tarot cards… I went to an old dark carnival on a hidden road outside of Sarajevo.I have been having a dream about a Gypsy woman. The dreams had brought me to the… Continue reading
A cradle hymn. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just thoughts upon a paper A cradle hymn… Hush little baby. Don’t you cry.Daddy going buy you a humming bird.If the bird. It don’t sing.Daddy… Continue reading
(A prayer for peace) Brother peace, sister love. I had sat by graves of 20,000 Soldiers killed in World War two outside of Paris. Men who died for freedom. The last war. I wonder would they understand the blunders… Continue reading