The lucky and the crazy…
The lucky or the crazy. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I lived on the coastline of California for three years. No better place to be. The lucky or the crazy… We danced by… Continue reading
The lucky or the crazy. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I lived on the coastline of California for three years. No better place to be. The lucky or the crazy… We danced by… Continue reading
The sun, the moon and the stars ————————————————————————————– She told me, pretty does, pretty do. Kind sun warm our faces and our hearts, the moon light-up the darkness of the night and the… Continue reading
You are my poetry… Forlorn love, treasured memories. You used to read poetry to me by the candle light. You were my heavenly voice, sweet songs when life became too hard. Once… Continue reading
April come she will… March days are almost done. Tomorrow is the day for Spring equinox. I am waiting for the warm days to make my spirit of hope to come alive. I… Continue reading
My great love A Poem by Coyote Poetry True love is rare. Hold on tight. Doesn’t always last forever. My great loveA Poem by Coyote Poetry Pain of love lost must disappear into the… Continue reading
Purgatory Inn and no place to go. I have the long Island ice tea fresh and cold.Bartender keep them coming.They love the big tippers.Purgatory Inn is open early and closes late.Safe place for… Continue reading
Wildflower dreams A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good to be among the wildflowers. Free from life problems and trying to find the freedom we once held precious. Wildflowers dreams…. She was pretty as… Continue reading
Some days can be perfect A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is like the sea. We can be as powerful as a Winter storm or quiet as the smooth dance of the morning tide. … Continue reading
Three short poems about love Open doors.. Open the shades wide.Lite the incense candles of lavender and sweet wild flowers.Don’t be afraid of the dark and lonely nights.We are just flesh and… Continue reading
Broken promises and forgotten places A Poem by Coyote Poetry A wise man accept responsibility for his actions. Broken promises and lost places… I remembered we had dreams of being barefoot in wildflowers… Continue reading