-Fire, the flames and you
Fire, the flames and you A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some people can inflame us. Fire, the flames and you You are my river of joy. My muse in the mist of confusion.… Continue reading
Fire, the flames and you A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some people can inflame us. Fire, the flames and you You are my river of joy. My muse in the mist of confusion.… Continue reading
Je t’aime A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Je t’aime- I love you You told me in Paris once. “Je t’aime my Johnnie.” Your words like sweet wine overtook my mind and… Continue reading
Did I tell you? A Poem by Coyote Poetry A wise person is thankful for what he has. Appreciate the good days and his family near. Christmas is here. Time to remember the… Continue reading
I remember you A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old thoughts and poetry I remember you You taught me what love was. You taught me what tenderness could be my Scotland beauty. You… Continue reading
You and I? A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. You and I? A long time ago. We had the same hope and dreams. We found each other again, drowning in old regret… Continue reading
A wish upon a star A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old dreams never fade away. A wish upon a star Every night before I close my eyes. I whisper your name. I make a… 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
Reflections A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words have great power. Use them well. Reflection Writers and Poets write reflections like a painter uses his gentle strokes to create permanent images of lingering… Continue reading
Barefoot dreams A Story by Coyote Poetry Good places and friends make distance places good dreams in old age. Barefoot dreams I met the Sergeant Major nightly at the Bowling alley, dance… Continue reading
Echos of voices A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Echos of voices Christmas is near. Kids are filled with excitement and I’m looking at old photos of my youth. I hear… Continue reading