The missing pieces…
The missing pieces A Poem by Coyote Poetry Fragrance of what we were do appear. I looked into the mirror. The once warrior had become the house plant. This is sad. … Continue reading
The missing pieces A Poem by Coyote Poetry Fragrance of what we were do appear. I looked into the mirror. The once warrior had become the house plant. This is sad. … Continue reading
Tender loving care A Poem by Coyote Poetry Real love is given without the desire of reward. Tender loving care.. She had big blue eyes. She sat on my lap at the college… Continue reading
The stillness of the night A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need places where we know peace and we can be who we are truly are. The stillness of the night.. Real love… Continue reading
Trying to lose your memory A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poetry written in 1992 Trying to lose your memory.. I tried to find peace and calm in the coffee houses of Monterey,… Continue reading
The trees A Poem by Coyote Poetry I had a tree poem in my head for weeks. I hope it is worthwhile to read. Trees BY JOYCE KILMER I think that I shall never see… Continue reading
Sunday morning lovers.. Me and you lost in cotton sheets. The sun sneaked into the room and you bring your body closer. You whispered. It is Sunday morning and we have no place… Continue reading
The stranger and Poet song A Poem by Coyote Poetry Leonard Cohen song gave me reasons to write this morning. The stranger song.. Houses built on sand will sink. Love built on false… Continue reading
Sweet pleasure and rare delights A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need to hold on to the good memories Sweet pleasure and rare delights.. Sweet pleasure, rare delights. Some dreams should not be touched. They… Continue reading
The wild and the tamed.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Is is better to play dead or create fear? The wild and the tamed… Some men don’t fear death.They don’t believe in destiny… Continue reading
What do we have left? A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just thoughts turned into words. What do we have left? (Take away love, and Earth is our tomb.) Robert Browning Joy and love.… Continue reading