A Sergeant Joyce Kilmer poem and one of my poems.
Tree (Sergeant Joyce Kilmer. Born December 6, 1886-died in battle july 30, 1918. My favorite poem. So beautiful and true.) I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a… Continue reading
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The wishing well.
The wishing well A Poem by Coyote Poetry Wishes are just dust lost in the wind. Words that will scar the heart and soul. We must know action and seek peace in life.… Continue reading
A solace and a blessing.
A solace and a blessing. A Poem by Coyote Poetry A young man poem. When love was your only purpose. Best days of a life. A solace and a blessing. The good cognac… Continue reading
Sweet Kaitlyn
A old poem. I feel deep sadness for the family of the children and teachers at the school Sandy Hook, Connecticut. My sister daughter of nine years old died for unknown reasons… Continue reading
A dance with death.
A dance with Death. A Poem by Coyote Poetry If we listen. Wisdom can be heard in the wind. Sometime hard to separate real life from fiction. A dance with Death. (If you… Continue reading
Blinded. But not dead yet.
A old poem written in 1993. The coastline and kind people of the California made me find dreams and hope. Blinded. But not dead yet. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poem. Same… Continue reading
True love gives all
True love gives all A Poem by Coyote Poetry An old and good memory. Our elders teach us how to live.” True love gives all… Sixty five years together. He stood by my grandmother with… Continue reading
In your eyes.
In your eyes In your eyes, I’m everything. The sun, the moon and the wind that cool the night. I feel I can do anything. For when your brown… Continue reading
The madness train.
The madness train A Poem by Coyote Poetry Time to know what real pleasure is. Before it is too late.” The Madness train.. I’m twisted up. Hog-ties to bullshit. I’m strangled with… Continue reading
Fool’s wish. Lover’s hold on.
Fool’s wish. Lover’s hold on. (Written on 19 April 1985) I remember when I rushed home to fall into your arms. We would make love till the morning lights appears. I was intoxicated… Continue reading