Locked and loaded
Locked and loaded A Poem by Coyote Poetry War. What is it good for? Nothing. Locked and loaded The old Soldiers knows. The madness of youth was the temptation of sweet wine… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Poem
My Christmas prayer
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
“Break me and make me feel alive”
Break me and make me feel alive A Poem by Coyote Poetry Need to find new limits and places. The new dances make the old memories seem less painful. Break me and… Continue reading
“Dreaming of Scotland
Dreaming of Scotland A Poem by Coyote Poetry For a sweet woman. I won’t forget. Dreaming of Scotland She was as pretty as a picture. Fate had brought her to me… Continue reading
Secret places and hidden wishes
Secret places and hidden wishes A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life and love is never fair. We don’t get what we need. We get what we deserve. Secret places and hidden wishes… Continue reading
“Just words”
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
Dance with me
Dance with me A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Thank you Tumblr-Milo Moiré Beautiful girl She danced a circle dance for the moon and the stars. Her hair flowed freely in the… Continue reading
“Turn, turn , turn”
Turn, turn, turn The old poet sang a lullaby. A sensual woman whispered to him once. “Come live with me and be my lover. I will be your salvation and you will be… Continue reading
Ravishing beauty dancing alone”
Ravishing beauty dancing alone. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Hard to break down walls of regret and disappointment. Need time and distance to forget. Ravishing beauty dancing alone We will masquerade as many… Continue reading
Passing through
Passing through A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Passing through A poet and writer exchanging words and thoughts. The Coffee house poet told the writer. We can never win. Jack London once… Continue reading