A lullaby for organized chaos.
A lullaby for organized chaos A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words and thoughts. I hope you enjoy. A lullaby for organized chaos. We shall dance in heaven, earth and in hell.May never find… Continue reading
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Around and around, we shall go.
Around and around, we shall go. Around and around we go. Never knowing where we will end up. Faces, places and situations dancing in our head. Can’t change the past. We can assemble… Continue reading
In Monterey.
In Monterey A Poem by Coyote Poetry We can try to escape. Sooner or later the memory will catch up with us. In Monterey. I called you to tell you I was all… Continue reading
Maybe Florence, maybe Basel.
Maybe Florence, maybe Basel. Once beautiful Swiss gal befriended me in the late Spring of 1979. We met in London and she told me. London is okay, but Florence in the month of… Continue reading
Only love can break your heart. And a beautiful Florence song.
Only love will break your heart. We learn with old age. Love is everything. I was babysitting my granddaughter. Now 18 months old and I would spend the days with her. Five days… Continue reading
Please hold my hands. And an amazing Lady Gaga song.
Please hold my hands. I will follow you. Will you follow me? He told his ghost-love. His hell-bound life led me to a lonely place. Old soldier returned to the Monterey Bay and… Continue reading
Simple rules to live by.
If we show respect to all people. Love the land. Lead with kindness and love. This world would be a better place.” The simple rules to live by.. “Do not wrong or… Continue reading
Like father.
Killed and killed A Poem by Coyote Poetry A true and sad story of the permanent wounds of war.” Killed and killed… On Friday night my father drank his rum. He would come and wake… Continue reading
The fortunate ones.
The fortunate ones. Lovely be, a day can be. When the sun kisses your face and the lake is near.The long summer days, blessings for us who love the free wildflowers and the… Continue reading
The days of freedom.
The days of freedom. Yesterday was the first warm days of Spring. I opened the doors and I opened the window. I allowed the air of Spring to re-fresh the house. I took… Continue reading