Souvenirs.
Souvenirs A Poem by Coyote Poetry “The odd things we hold special in old age.” Souvenirs. An old box filled with simple gifts.Shiny stones from the Big Sur.Seashells from the coast of Europe.Many photo… Continue reading
Souvenirs A Poem by Coyote Poetry “The odd things we hold special in old age.” Souvenirs. An old box filled with simple gifts.Shiny stones from the Big Sur.Seashells from the coast of Europe.Many photo… Continue reading
In the Valley of the Devils and the Angels. I have played the sinner.Danced in the sweat and passion ofliar’s emotions. Made so many promises.I couldn’t keep. I told bloody lies to undress beautiful… Continue reading
The sheep and the wolf. The man lifts his bottle of cheap wine,telling the passing people.“You can’t go back after the words are spokento cut down a sweet love.”The old man didn’t ask… Continue reading
Dreams, wishes and reality. A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Looking back in time. We realize we had a good life.” Dreams, wishes and reality. Best days in a life are simple and free.Good conversation… Continue reading
The Pacific Love, Dance and celebrate being alive. She was so beautiful. Five foot eleven inches in height. A slim and perfect body. Tan legs I desired to caress the moment I saw her walk… Continue reading
Everyone is a river A Poem by Coyote Poetry A poem, for my book, The Island.” Everyone… Continue reading
The rising sun, the falling moon A Poem by Coyote PoetryA poem for my new book. The Island. The rising sun, the falling moon. Prettiest lady, I ever seen, she danced with… Continue reading
What will I remember? A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Life is long. People are many. What is truly important?” What will I remember? Days pass by. Life goes on. What will I hold on… Continue reading
A little mercy now. I know, I am fragments of what I was. Once loudmouth and crazy man. His eyes are heavy with sadness and memories. He told the falling sun. The mercy… Continue reading
With open eyes. I love the girl who can see beyond the lies. I love the girl who can watch the morning come alive. I love the girl who love books and adore… Continue reading