The world is crying. Old words, same meaning.
The world is crying A Poem by Coyote Poetry I found this poem in a old book. It is 43 years old. (Please do not forget Renee and Alex. Please remember the cities under… Continue reading
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The lost and found.
The lost and found A Poem by Coyote Poetry “When love is misplaced. Hard to find again.” The lost and found. I loved the Monterey nights. I would walk from Fort Ord, California… Continue reading
Just enough.
Just enough ( An adult poem.) A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Live fast, test life and hope for a good landing.” Just enough. Long distance calls begging me tostop by and spend time with… Continue reading
The poet.
“Good to be the word man. Good for the heart and soul to release thoughts to paper and pen. The Poet. Many moons ago in the city of Monterey, CaI create many friends… Continue reading
Almost a love story.
Almost a love story. You were going to be a dancer, a poet, going to save our world. I was content to be in the reflection of your eyes. I told you often… Continue reading
The stranger and the poet song.
The stranger and the poet song. Houses built on sand will sink. Love built on false hope will not endure. Desperate love, passionate love is just released for the sake of the body… Continue reading
The parable of the flowers.
The parable of the flowers and the lovelorn man. She was a perfect beauty. She danced nightly on a stage in Killeen, Texas. I went nightly and I waited for my tainted beauty… Continue reading
You are in Paris and I am here.
You are in Paris and I’m hereA Poem by Coyote Poetry “Just words and thoughts. “ You are in Paris and I’m here. I hurt myself again today and I allowed you into my… Continue reading
My siren.
My siren A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Sometimes we need beauty and mystery to keep our hope alive.” My Siren. The cold days of winter leave me longing and yearning for the hot days of… Continue reading
Why do we write story and poetry?
Why do we write story and poetry? A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Old wise saying. “Nothing good to say. Say nothing.” Poetry, my dear friends,is a sacred incarnation of a smile.Poetry is a sigh… Continue reading