The serene stillness…
The serene stillness…. Busy life, work and no play Johnnie. He learn life is more than seeking money.In the serene stillness, he remember his daughter laughter, her love of butterflies. He remember the… Continue reading
The serene stillness…. Busy life, work and no play Johnnie. He learn life is more than seeking money.In the serene stillness, he remember his daughter laughter, her love of butterflies. He remember the… Continue reading
Teach hate or teach love? A Poem by Coyote PoetryWe must set the example for the children. Lead with love, concern and kindness. When we teach our children love and hate in the same… Continue reading
Please tell me a story… Lovely lady watching the sun rising from the east. Her wandering mind is dancing upon yesterdays deeds and today possibilities. I asked her. Pretty woman, please wrap your… Continue reading
Please show me your real face… I became the Austin City dark poet in 1993. I would advice the young writers and do minor edit on their work. Many of the college kids… Continue reading
So beautiful A Poem by Coyote PoetryOld poetry. Good dreams. So Beautiful…. (Written 6 April 1980) As beautiful as a early morning sunrise. As bright as a full moon that light up a cloudless… Continue reading
I don’t remember if I told you. A Poem by Coyote PoetryWe must tell and shown the people we need and love them. I don’t remember if I told you…. I don’t remember… Continue reading
Tender loving care A Poem by Coyote PoetryReal love is given without the desire of reward. Tender loving care… She had big blue eyes. She sat on my lap at the college party… Continue reading
You are always on my mind. A Poem by Coyote PoetryLove may be gone. The tattoos of love will always be with us You will always be on my mind….. The splendor of true… Continue reading
Dead man stew A Poem by Coyote PoetryWhen greed and hate run the world. Our leaders are making a dead man stew. No-one will victor. Dead man stew… Poor man is dying.Was still… Continue reading
The storm A Poem by Coyote PoetrySometime we want what we shouldn’t have. The storm… She had shrouded him with gentle embrace. She was his dream and want. He knew to refrain than… Continue reading