I’m tire of war, hate and separation. “Blind fury.”
Blind fury A Poem by Coyote Poetry I’m tire of war. How many more will die for the greed of war? Who will learn new tears that won’t ever end?… Continue reading
Blind fury A Poem by Coyote Poetry I’m tire of war. How many more will die for the greed of war? Who will learn new tears that won’t ever end?… Continue reading
Saga of a dreamer imagination, wisp and you. Paris at dusk. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry One more chapter. I hope you enjoy. Adult tale. Warning This Chapter is rated Mature and may… Continue reading
Secret love A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Let’s the bells ring, and let the boy sing, let the cup go around.” John Fletcher Secret love Youbare your words, exposing secret places and… Continue reading
I want to see you again. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good days become sweet dreams with time. I want to see you again. The powerful Pacific ocean hide the love stories… Continue reading
I’m no-one. You are everything A Poem by Coyote Poetry When we love someone more than our-self. We have known real love. I’m no-one. You are everything Old wise men know. The… Continue reading
The red dress A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good memory become gold with time. Warning This Poem is rated Mature and may contain material unsuitable for readers under 18. The red dress… Continue reading
Ain’t no fucking good war. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Can’t allow the hate and fear to overcome us. World been the same for a long time. Must dance and love. Never know… Continue reading
The Lover, A Soldier prayer. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Soldier goes off to War. Need kind and sweet memories to keep them human. The Lover (A soldier prayer) Poor boys and men.… Continue reading
Write, write and write some more A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words are powerful. They create tears, laughter, happiness and sadness. Without the great word-men and word-women. What would we know and understand?… Continue reading
Spin the bottle A Poem by Coyote Poetry The game of youth get used without our permission with old age. Spin the bottle Old man sat alone. Told me. “Damn if you… Continue reading