“The human touch”
The human touch. A Poem by Coyote Poetry The easiest gift to give is concern, time and to listen. In a world of fast pace and little time. We must slow down and… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Poet
“Kiss me’
Kiss me She had waited a thousand days for him. War and confusion had made their love wait. They shared a 100 letters. Each letter adding to a bond that could not be… Continue reading
I hate you, I love you
I hate you, I love you I try to escape you. I try to flee your memory. I repeat secret words in hidden places in my mind. I hate you, I love you.… Continue reading
“Do you know me?”
Do you know me? Pretty girl sat by the motel window. She is watching the ocean and the coming storm from the western sea. She is drinking coffee and waiting for a reason… Continue reading
Miss nothing, miss everything
Miss nothing, miss everything. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Miss nothing, miss everything. We painted our world fiery red once. We try to cheat love and we collided like freight trains… Continue reading
“Strangers, trains and planes”
Strangers, trains and planes A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some people can’t be held down. Freedom is too valuable. Strangers, trains and planes She called my from Paris. She whispered I will be… Continue reading
“Blinded. But not dead yet”
Blinded. But not dead yet. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poem. Same dreams. Blinded. But not dead yet. (Old poem from 6 July 1993. Must go to the bottom of the barrel… Continue reading
“Arousing illusion”
Arousing illusion A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need temptation to make us wish and expand want and need. Arousing illusion Old man told the kid sitting with him at the bar. The… Continue reading
Who is first? Who is last?
Who is first? Who is last? —- The deadly dance Burning cities. Children and families being murdered. Family losing everything and becoming homeless. Who is the killers? Who is responsible? Old world holding… Continue reading
We will accept less and forget who we were
We will accept less and forget who we were. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just word We will accept less and forget who we were Mother Winter is here. I have driven 2500… Continue reading