–Never again. Nie wieder. Plus jamais
Never again. Nie wieder. Plus jamais. A Poem by Coyote Poetry An old man wanted to thank an American Soldier. Never again. Nie wieder. Plus jamais. (The old man spoke with tears. Told… Continue reading
Never again. Nie wieder. Plus jamais. A Poem by Coyote Poetry An old man wanted to thank an American Soldier. Never again. Nie wieder. Plus jamais. (The old man spoke with tears. Told… Continue reading
She was a diamond A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need to be thankful when we hold something precious in our hands. She was a Diamond 20 Nov. 1994 The drunk man toasts… Continue reading
Three short poems. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. The surging sea, the rushing waters. Our love and the sea. Untamed and running wild when awaken.——————————————————– Enchanting lady, amor alive.… Continue reading
Deeper and deeper we shall fall A Poem by Coyote Poetry Real proof of love. Holding on tighter in the bad days and celebrating the good days together Deeper and deeper… Continue reading
I will return my love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Two poems about life, war, peace and death. Remember what John Denver said. “War is man’s sin.” Prayer for peace Guns and… Continue reading
You are gone and I’m here. A Poem by Coyote Poetry No winner in war. Just shadows of people lost too soon. (A photo found unclaimed on Writer’s cafe. It was famous once. … Continue reading
Parable of Celia A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Parable of Celia She sat alone by the peaceful lake. Her pale legs and bare feet being sun-kissed by the late… Continue reading
Everything A Poem by Coyote Poetry How much do we truly need? Everything If I lost everything. Would I become afraid? We live in a time. Where needing more and more is… Continue reading
Trujillo — A story Trujillo My delusional mind and forsaken dreams seem so far away. I consoled myself with Honduras rum and roamed the discos and nightclubs. I’m fatigue from suffocating in… Continue reading
Who can limit love? A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Who can limit love” Words from the great writer Virgil. in Who can limit love? She wanted to be the Joan of… Continue reading