Memorial Day poetry. At peace at last..
The Soldiers gave him a 21 gun salute.Only young and old Soldiers came to say goodbye.Old Sergeant Major finally drank himself to death.35years a Soldier left him waiting for death to come. I… Continue reading
The Soldiers gave him a 21 gun salute.Only young and old Soldiers came to say goodbye.Old Sergeant Major finally drank himself to death.35years a Soldier left him waiting for death to come. I… Continue reading
I have loved and I lost myself A Poem by Coyote Poetry A poem for love. I have loved and I have lost myself Do you know how it feels to… Continue reading
The stranger and Poet’s song A Poem by Coyote Poetry Leonard Cohen song gave me reasons to write this morning. The stranger song and the Poet’s song.. Houses built on sand will sink.… Continue reading
Grandson asked A Poem by Coyote Poetry Would be a better world if we saw with the eyes of the children. Grandson asked.. Memorial Day poetry I stopped by the nearby location for… Continue reading
The heartstrings… She poured the sweet red wine into her Grandparent borrowed wine glasseswith soft and tender hands. Her eyes of river blue looked into my eyes.He knew she was playing him like… 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
Remembering Christina May Shanaberg.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Ain’t no Angels on earth. Just people trying to do their best. Christina had been on my mind lately. I tell people. When we read… Continue reading
For Christina May Shanaberg A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some poetry from a great Writer’s Cafe writer who had left us. Please touch her name and read her work. We have lost many in… Continue reading
Just meat and tales of kisses A Poem by Coyote Poetry Quotes from Jack London book “When God laughs” “Well, I have. He was like this beefsteak. You an’ me is eatin’. It was… Continue reading
Stand up.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Quiet, peace, solitude and loneliness. Places and traces of what we were and are. Men are not prisoners of fate, but only prisoners of their own minds.… Continue reading