Twisted city. Part eleven.
Twisted city. Part eleven. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry I have three weeks of editing left. Twisted city. Part eleven… Coyote and Tiffany walked to the Seattle pier. He told her. I will take… Continue reading
Twisted city. Part eleven. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry I have three weeks of editing left. Twisted city. Part eleven… Coyote and Tiffany walked to the Seattle pier. He told her. I will take… Continue reading
I can show you God A Poem by Coyote PoetryJust thoughts and things to ponder on I can show you God… The great search for God is fruitless for some. I knew a… Continue reading
Pretty pictures… I loved love, but love didn’t love me. I told the pretty Austin, Texas gal. I adored her bare shoulders and her black dress that draped her skin tightly.… Continue reading
The flight of love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love is very tender. We must walk softly upon the premises of how love need reminders. Forgotten and undeclared love can fade away to banished… Continue reading
The dance A Poem by Coyote Poetry Many kinds of opportunities for the dance. A wise person is fearless in life. If you take no chances. You won’t know what you could of done… Continue reading
Rear-end of a so-call true love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime little is better than none. Rear-end of a so-call love… She poured the tequila andshe told me I’m the only one. I… Continue reading
Raging emotions A Poem by Coyote Poetry A poem for love and my favorite place. Raging emotions.. Long talks and strong coffee at the Monterey coffee shop.Bring lovers of the poetry together.Poets, writers… Continue reading
Short poems for nature. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need to protect nature and the free animal of the earth and the sea. 1- Mother Earth Her dress is of the green… Continue reading
IF I was the king of the forest. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old memories and old dreams. If I was the King of the Forest… American Soldiers drinking with boisterous and loud… Continue reading
The Angels don’t cry for me. A Poem by Coyote Poetry A very old poem. I learn you can’t be forgiven. Just to live with the foolishness. The Angels don’ cry for me… The… Continue reading