“Wildflowers dreams”
Wildflowers dream (For Brigitte) Young love, first love. Can expand too quickly. Leaving two people with no place to go. Love isn’t fair. Need the unities of two people living and dying for… Continue reading
Wildflowers dream (For Brigitte) Young love, first love. Can expand too quickly. Leaving two people with no place to go. Love isn’t fair. Need the unities of two people living and dying for… Continue reading
She had Angels wings upon her back Her long auburn hair rolled down her long slender back. The tattoos Angel awoke secret dreams and nightmares. Her tattoos rolled down from soft neck to… Continue reading
The threshold A Poem by Coyote Poetry We can be given motivation by the words of great poets. Thank you Rene Salinas for loaning me a verse. “The threshold, wide and the appearance… Continue reading
Captive love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Captive love My lady of May became my Summer lover. My kind and sweet woman had seized my heart and she awoke my slumbering… Continue reading
The song of the living A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words The song of the living The song of the living, the song of the dead Songs sung to celebrate life and… Continue reading
I try to remember A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poetry with are-write. Written in 1992/rewritten in 2014 I try to remember I tried to remember the curves of your body. Us… Continue reading
Blame not the kiss A Poem by Coyote Poetry Long Summer days bring hope and dreams of hope. Blame not the kiss The pen and paper cannot give justice to your beautiful… Continue reading
Just questions my friend A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Just questions my friend December is here again. Two of my grandchildren are sleeping at 4 am in the morning. A school… Continue reading
Wounded Angel A Poem by Coyote Poetry Wounded Angel My sad friend. Please smile for me and stay with me by the sea all night. Your world has fell apart. You don’t… Continue reading
What will be left? A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need to show concern for Nature. Before she disappears. What will be left? I took my children to the lake St Clair.… Continue reading