Killer on the road.
Killer on the road (Blessed is the man who can learn peace and justice without shedding blood) A Poem by Coyote Poetry (What good and bad we do in a life. The scars will… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Poem
What will be left?
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 grandchildren to the Lake St Clair.Signs are… Continue reading
The Gypsy moon.
The Gypsy moon. 1- Please listen to the song of nature,she is bleeding,she is dying.Mother Earth, giver of the water,giver of the plants and the giver of the clean air.Who is praying for… Continue reading
We were just men and women.
We were just Men and Women…. 20 soldiers sat and waiting in a room .The education of War written deep in their brains and hearts. Their souls became polluted with word kill, protect… Continue reading
My kindest memory.
My kindest memory Yes you are, my bests days, my seaside evening dance, my morning wish. The sweetest kisses, I had ever known. Our easy days, our most wonderful nights, I do remember.… Continue reading
Steal a kiss.
Steal a kiss I would, I should. If I could, I would. Just a small taste, with the stars and moon above us. I would steal a kiss. And I would tell you.… Continue reading
The wisp/the kiss, the memory.
The wisp/the kiss, the memory. The Long Island ice tea. A Chapter by Coyote PoetryA new series of short poetry. Part one. The wisp/ the kiss, the memory…… Continue reading
Brick, upon another brick.
Brick, upon another brick.. Men, believe in his youth. Life is his to take. Young men believe life is now, just borrow and steal everything you can. Tomorrow may not come. He learns… Continue reading
Sway.
Sway… The Poet’s wish. Never sweet and never easy. A dancing beauty moved with the song. Her hips moving slowly with the tempting words. The dancing damsel, she knows she was the Hemingway’s… Continue reading
A Michigan sky above us.
1- Once a pretty Iron Mountain girl, we tasted love kisses, we did slow dances for the moon and we reached for the midnight stars. She was a lovely miracle, never forgotten. 2-… Continue reading