Two steps from hell- part two..
Two steps from hell- part two A Poem by Coyote PoetrySeek the good roads, seek the kind people. Two steps from hell- part two__ The walls…Damn the prison we create, damn the voices, telling… Continue reading
Two steps from hell- part two A Poem by Coyote PoetrySeek the good roads, seek the kind people. Two steps from hell- part two__ The walls…Damn the prison we create, damn the voices, telling… Continue reading
Please sing me a lullaby, my sweet lady A Poem by Coyote PoetryBeautiful song with some words. Please sing me a lullaby, my… Continue reading
Wild Maria, dancing Maria, my Winter storm. The crimson night, the thunderstorms of life had brought me to you. I watched you from a distance and I dreamed of moonlight nights, feeling your… Continue reading
Catch the wind… Please kind lady, please lay with me. Allow the night to cover us with the warmth of love embrace. We were strangers till we learned. We had the same dreams,… Continue reading
Ain’t blue no-more.. A Poem by Coyote PoetryBetter to laugh then cry… Ain’t blue no-more… “Hey nonny no!Men are fools that wish to die.It not… Continue reading
Ghost and shadows- chapter one. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Life is accepting life as-is. Maybe we have enough. Ghost and shadows- chapter one. Beautiful Tanya waited patiently with the kind morning sun upon… Continue reading
Lady bug wishes… My dear Ojibwa grandmother told me. If a ladybug lands on you. You can make a wish. Only one. I told my grandchildren. If you see a butterfly dancing in… Continue reading
The fragrance of time… We cannot stop time. Youth run away from us so quickly. We must have a Gypsy soul. We must know wonder-lust, we must kiss many pretty ladies and we… Continue reading
Never, never land… (Let’s escape to Big Sur. Let’s dance with the ghosts of yesterday, let’s dance with the ghost of today. Let’s find a never, never land where our mind and heart… Continue reading
The poet wisp… The pretty Texas gal asked me. You are here every Friday and Saturday morning by the Austin River sitting alone. Reading your books and writing into your journal. You read… Continue reading