For Veteran day—Old Soldier
Old Soldier A Story by Coyote Poetry Only Soldiers understand what another soldier had saw and felt. Strangers to war and violence cannot understand. When you are near death for too long. You… Continue reading
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For Veteran day— At peace at last
At peace at last A Story by Coyote Poetry A story for a good friend. Soldiers need to remember the old timers who taught us respect and how to lead. At peace at… Continue reading
Those lips, those eyes.
Those lips, those eyes. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words (Thank you Tumblr) Those lips, those eyes Blushing beauty laughed at my words. I told her. Her eyes, her lips. Only wish… Continue reading
One of my favorites– The tarot cards
The tarot cards A Story by Coyote Poetry We can learn things in the strangest places on this planet. The tarot cards I went to an old dark carnival on a hidden… Continue reading
–So beautiful
So beautiful A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poetry. Good dreams. So Beautiful (Written 6 April 1980) As beautiful as a early morning sunrise. As bright as a full moon that light up… Continue reading
A lesson learned—Trujillo
Trujillo A Poem by Coyote Poetry A long time ago I lived this story. I will go back one day to thank the people of Trujillo for showing me life can be good.… Continue reading
–If I knew
If I knew. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We learn too late to be quiet. Anger and violence leads only to more pain and sadness. If I knew If I knew. I… Continue reading
–Bounded love
Bounded love. Till my last breath. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Children make us realize we are not so important. They give us hope and reason to be alive. Bounded love. Till my… Continue reading
House on the hill (Heal/not kill)
House on the hill A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words and thoughts. The house on the hill Teacher, teacher. You taught me. Be kind, talk politely and treat all life with respect.… Continue reading
A poem by a outstanding writer “Sally Hope”. Please read.
The Cynic A Poem by Sally Hope(Touch her name. Should lead to her site) We are who we are. THE CYNIC The timeless traveler was a scrawny old man, With a pipe blowing… Continue reading