The sweetest things…
The sweetest things A Poem by Coyote PoetryLife is simple. Respect people. Religion should be private. Stay positive. The sweetest thing… I have seen so many mysteries and seen so much beauty. I swam in… Continue reading
The sweetest things A Poem by Coyote PoetryLife is simple. Respect people. Religion should be private. Stay positive. The sweetest thing… I have seen so many mysteries and seen so much beauty. I swam in… Continue reading
Two poems. One poem by a ancient writer and another by a almost ancient writer. A Poem by Coyote PoetryThomas Nashe words are true today as 400 years ago. The world will struggle. Struggles… Continue reading
Parable of Celia A Poem by Coyote PoetryNot enough words for the beautiful and kind people we know. Parable of Celia… She sat alone by the peaceful lake. Her pale legs and… Continue reading
If we make it through December…. Pretty Jenny was long legged and sweet as the Fall honey. She loved the Texas two-step and I love having her body near. She was a Austin… Continue reading
The stranger and Poet’s song A Poem by Coyote PoetryWe are strangers till we say hello to another. The stranger song… Houses built on sand will sink. Love built on false hope will… Continue reading
She serene me with the sweet words of love. A Poem by Coyote PoetryWords of love leave us weak and needing more. She serene me with the sweet words of love…. Sometime we… Continue reading
The simple rules- Merry Christmas A Poem by Coyote PoetryIf we show respect to all people. Love the land. Led with kindness and love. This world would be a better place. The simple… Continue reading
Everything A Poem by Coyote PoetryHow much do we truly need? Everything… If I lost everything. Would I become afraid? We live in a time. Where needing more and more is the real… Continue reading
Ravishing beauty dancing alone. A Poem by Coyote PoetryHard to break down walls of regret and disappointment. Need time and distance to forget. Ravishing beauty dancing alone…. We will masquerade as many people.… Continue reading
The Chelsea hotel A Poem by Coyote PoetryI went to New York a few times. I stayed in the park and wrote poetry in the day and drank in the dark taverns at night.… Continue reading