Dream a little dream..
Dream a little dream… The Dark Poet didn’t want to see the light. The pretty Poet demanded attention and answer. She told him, all of us need to dream a little dream. He… Continue reading
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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
Katie wrote..
Katie wrote.. Painted words are what the writer understand. Wisp and grasps of sweet dreams are the last myth of emotions for love and words. Dead writer in the Winter of his life.… Continue reading
Monterey..
Monterey The letters.. Dear BethI roamed your Facebook site. You are still so beautiful. I told you I was okay. I don’t like to publish to the world. I’m tire, so damn tire. … Continue reading
The sea, the wishes..
The sea, the wishes.. Lovely poet measured him with her gentle blue eyes and she watched how he spoke the words. She listened to his words and she adored the Monterey Dark Poet… Continue reading
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
Man-up, lady up..
Man-up, lady-up.. My daddy told me often. Man-up Johnnie, Life is hard and you must be harder. Life will toss you shit, you must turn the shit in self-motivation and hard-drive to better… Continue reading
She wore flowers in her hair..
She wore flowers in her hair.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry She wore flowers in her hair.. I have descended to scattered dreams and I lost my place in life,I decide a trip was… Continue reading
Little poetry for Nature..
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
The poet’s heart..
The poet’s heart… The poet wrote to paper. Where are you my love, sweet. He told the morning sky, do you remember? I promised you a Summer waltz near the sea and I… Continue reading