Secret love
Secret love A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Let’s the bells ring, and let the boy sing, let the cup go around.” John Fletcher Secret love Youbare your words, exposing secret places and… Continue reading
Secret love A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Let’s the bells ring, and let the boy sing, let the cup go around.” John Fletcher Secret love Youbare your words, exposing secret places and… Continue reading
Truth and knowing peace A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words and thinking too much Truth and knowing peace Sober mornings leave the careless men with decaying love, to swim in… Continue reading
The red dress A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good memory become gold with time. Warning This Poem is rated Mature and may contain material unsuitable for readers under 18. The red dress… Continue reading
This isn’t one of my stories. Kalila was a Soldier. A true hero. Her story brought me to tears. 20 chapters of worthwhile reading. This story is posted in Writer Cafe. Thoughts From… Continue reading
Ain’t no fucking good war. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Can’t allow the hate and fear to overcome us. World been the same for a long time. Must dance and love. Never know… Continue reading
The Lover, A Soldier prayer. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Soldier goes off to War. Need kind and sweet memories to keep them human. The Lover (A soldier prayer) Poor boys and men.… Continue reading
Write, write and write some more A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words are powerful. They create tears, laughter, happiness and sadness. Without the great word-men and word-women. What would we know and understand?… Continue reading
If I knew A Poem by Coyote Poetry If we knew the future. Would we have done things differently? If I knew If I knew yesterday was our last day together, was… Continue reading
Baby girl My baby girl had growth so tall. She turned eighteen today. My once little angel who held my hand tightly in the mall. Needed her father to take her to the… Continue reading
Love is a careless child. A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Know that love is a careless child, And forgets promises past.” Sir Walter Raleigh Love is a careless child I took my… Continue reading