The echoes of yesterday..
The echoes of yesterday. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We must ensure. Today is our best day… The echoes of yesterday… I wonder do we listen to the echoes? The echoes of yesterday, I… Continue reading
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Remembering Eva Cassidy..
Beautiful Eva Cassidy… We lost you before your songs were not done. You were just a baby, when cancer stole you from us. I hope you know dear beautiful Eva. Your voice bless… Continue reading
When comes a stranger…
When comes a stranger A Poem by Coyote Poetry Death comes when she desired. Death come when he desired. I was last year man. I had it all. Beautiful house and a great… Continue reading
Like this.. And a amazing Tilda Swinton reading softly.
Like this… When someone ask you. My life is chaos and confusion. I don’t know If I should run or stand my ground? Is there a safe place for me to rest. Take… Continue reading
Almost Halloween. Some photos and some words.
Almost Halloween… Tell the children, it is Friday the thirteen. Tell the children, don’t look under the bed. Tell the children, don’t look inside the closet. Tell the children, don’t look for spooky… Continue reading
Jazzy Thursday poetry…
Jazzy Thursday poetry.. 1- I told her she was so damn pretty. I love those eyes of coffee brown. I had watched her dance alone. Tight black dress, strong legs and robust body… Continue reading
Monkey’s paw. Halloween 2024.
Monkey’s paw- Halloween 2024 A Story by Coyote Poetry Part of old version and a modern version. Be careful what you wish for. Everything cost some something. Happy Halloween. … Continue reading
Don’t look at me with disappointment..
Don’t look at me with disappointment. (Written in 1978) Don’t look at me,don’t give me those sad looks of disappointment.I don’t care what you see. I’m breaking down walls,I’m not afraid.Like you, a… Continue reading
Falling into the fire…
Falling into the fire… I saw many shades of red, I have seen blood red in anger, I have seen blood red skies and I have seen the land painted with the red… Continue reading