“Fallen Angels”
Fallen Angels A Poem by Coyote Poetry A new poem. I hope you like. Fallen Angels In the lair of the fallen angels. Old men talk of fleeing love, old war and… Continue reading
Fallen Angels A Poem by Coyote Poetry A new poem. I hope you like. Fallen Angels In the lair of the fallen angels. Old men talk of fleeing love, old war and… Continue reading
Nothing last forever A Poem by Coyote Poetry We learn the value of words with life. Sometime words can be forgotten and dismissed. Nothing last forever (Written on March 6, 1989 I… Continue reading
I remember you A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old thoughts and poetry I remember you You taught me what love was. You taught me what tenderness could be my Scotland beauty. You… Continue reading
The Poet’s love life, death and the good wine A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A new chapter The Poet’s love-life, death and the good wine The four good friends sat near the… Continue reading
The Mercy A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. The mercy She was like a blessed mermaid from the Pacific. She came to me on a Fall night when the moon was… Continue reading
Choose the road you love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is simple. Find something you enjoy. Then do it. Nirvana-The supreme happiness that according to Buddhism comes when all passion, hatred… Continue reading
An empty book. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Need to enjoy life. A good life is many friends and a lot of laughter. An empty book. An empty book is a lonely… Continue reading
My lovely Beatrice. My muse by the sea. A Poem by Coyote Poetry My lovely Beatrice. My muse by the sea. Beautiful California for us to behold. Enter a love for the ages with… 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
We danced, loved and you never departed my heart A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poetry with a re-write We danced , loved and you never departed my heart. I’m 58-year-old. I… Continue reading