Men are not prisoners of fate, but only prisoners of their own minds. Franklin D. Roosevelt Democracy cannot succeed unless those who express their choice are prepared to choose wisely. The real safeguard… Continue reading
Trying to lose your memory. I tried to find peace and calm in the coffee houses of Monterey, drinking strong coffee and reading dead-end poetry at the nightly poetry readings. I thought I… Continue reading
Sweet red wine A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Youth is the best days in a life. Days are long. Love is possible.” Sweet red wine. It was early fall. The sweet new wines… Continue reading
Lilac wine Pretty pictures are left now and now you are gone. I sit by the lilac trees and I’m smelling the lavender in the air.You were my Spring love, my Summer delight.… Continue reading
The wicked game. I am not right no-more, I will never be right again. Your sweet song made me want the madness, the madness of loving you forever. Your eyes stole my mind,… Continue reading
She is still in my sweet dreams. (I knew life was unfair. Few times in a life you meet someone.Who set your soul afire. Wisdom brought me the knowledge.Some woman can’t be held prisoner.… Continue reading
(My grandparent.) Sanctuary of love and kindness. Old friends have left me. Warm and safe houses are gone. Friendly and kind words are missed. Old faces with smiles and with always an open door went… Continue reading
A lullaby. Old man memories become sweeter with time and distance.The old man wondered if she remembers him, like he remembered her.He was twenty years old once and youth was his wealth for… Continue reading
A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Written in 1978. Memories are like a good wine. Become better with time.” I will love you forever and a day. It was a serene and tranquil day.… Continue reading
I was condemned after I saw your face. I was looking for the wide open road and some kind of freedom. She sat alone on a barren road on the back road of… Continue reading
