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My Christmas prayer A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Christmas morning The snow blessed dear Michigan last night. Grandchildren are coming at noon. Bills are paid and the wife is content. Everyone… Continue reading
My Christmas prayer A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Christmas morning The snow blessed dear Michigan last night. Grandchildren are coming at noon. Bills are paid and the wife is content. Everyone… Continue reading
Hands of stone A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love make our hands of rock, soft and tender to the people we love and care for Hands of stone Life is hard. Gentleness… Continue reading
Just words A Poem by Coyote Poetry Write, write and write some more. Our words outlast our memory. There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and… Continue reading
The Waltz of the Angels A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words The waltz of the Angels I told the barkeeper. Keep the long Island ice teas… Continue reading
The sinner’s prayer I knew every tavern on Highway 35 in Texas. I drank a beer and some whiskey in almost every one. Those Texas girls loved me. I could two-step and… Continue reading
I will take care of you my lover A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words I will take care of you dear lover Ancient Poet wrote. You can be killed off with kisses… Continue reading
The Waltz A Poem by Coyote Poetry The ocean and love create emotions and passion that stay with us forever. The waltz We were doing a waltz upon the Monterey beach. The… Continue reading
My Christmas prayer A Poem by Coyote Poetry A Christmas poem My Christmas prayer Christmas is coming. The bless day of Jesus birth. I pray all people can learn the lessons of… Continue reading
Glorious love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love can make us feel like kings and love can make us feel like a pauper. Glorious love. We danced and learned true laughter at… Continue reading
Little Wildflower A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words and photo. tinnacriss: Little wildflower by bwaworga Little wildflower My raven hair beauty sitting in the valley of wildflowers. Her river blue eyes are… Continue reading