Hands of stone
Hands of stone A Poem by Coyote Poetry (Love make our hands of rock, soft and tender to the people we love and care for) Hands of stone Life is hard.… Continue reading
Hands of stone A Poem by Coyote Poetry (Love make our hands of rock, soft and tender to the people we love and care for) Hands of stone Life is hard.… Continue reading
Poetry-love, passion and meaning. “I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart)I am never without it (anywhere I go you go,my dear; and whatever is done by only… Continue reading
A Sunday prayer Time for us, all of us to stop. Give a few second of your busy day. We need to stop and to pray. Pray for our world. Pray we… Continue reading
Whiskey She danced alone on the dance floor at the Jazz club. Moving her body with a gentle ease and making every movement of perfect long legs, wonderful womanly curves and hips.… Continue reading
The first time I saw your face I found lonely road and Godless hearts. I was seeking good death and I was a leftover life waiting for no-one and nothing. I was… Continue reading
Fallen angels A Poem by Coyote Poetry A new poem. I hope you like. Fallen Angels In the lair of the fallen angels. Old men talk of fleeing love, old war… Continue reading
There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed. Ernest Hemingway Reading and writing, like everything else, improve with practice. And, of course, if… Continue reading
A Poem by Coyote Poetry I spend the day alone by Lake St. Clair. Wrote many new poems. A Lake St. Clair prayer I’m far from my first love. The Pacific… Continue reading
Captive heart Divine woman love the Fall days. The cooler days make her wander into deep forest and search for quiet meadows and beautiful places. She love the feel of the freedom in… Continue reading
A little death Silky skin, wine and song took us here. You are as pretty as the rising sun my love. Honey, dear and sweet heart I have called you. You… Continue reading