Never again.Nie wieder. Plus jamais.
Never again. A Poem by Coyote Poetry When will men learn? Hate is a heavy load to carry. When will we learn? Every life had value. Never again. Nie wieder. Plus jamais. (Holocaust Memorial… Continue reading
Never again. A Poem by Coyote Poetry When will men learn? Hate is a heavy load to carry. When will we learn? Every life had value. Never again. Nie wieder. Plus jamais. (Holocaust Memorial… Continue reading
A woman palms A Poem by Coyote Poetry The hands of a woman. Teaches love and kindness. He who treat the woman with kindness. Can stand at God feet and know he had done… Continue reading
I love you, I love you, I love you I love you, I love you, I love you…. I wanted new wars and adventure. You wanted soft hands in your hands. Someone… Continue reading
Arousing illusion…. Old man told the kid sitting with him at the bar.The senses. Taste, smell, sight, touch and hearing.Make us live and die in them.Make us want things we cannot have and… Continue reading
My little one A Poem by Coyote Poetry Don’t change for this world. Be who you are. We must like the person we see in the mirror My little one… Love, Amie,… Continue reading
Trying to lose your memory A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some faces, some places. We cannot forget. Trying to lose your memory… I tried to find peace and calm in the coffee houses… Continue reading
No shame in love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love is everything. Everything is love. No shame in love…. (Received some motivation from Ben Jonson poetry) I confessed to the lonely moon, how… Continue reading
Sir Nicholas Winton A Poem by Coyote Poetry He is gone now and he left a example of what one man can do. He was asked why did he saved 669 Jewish children? He… Continue reading
The chess game… I drove to Austin, Texas today. I like to get to Austin early. Find some good parking and roam the city. The old city had everything. Good bars, pretty woman… Continue reading
The embrace… You allow me to fall softly into your arms. I smell the softness of perfume in your skin of the spring flowers. We do not speak words. The feel of your… Continue reading