The walls and the damn mirrors…
The walls and the damn mirrors A Poem by Coyote Poetry Can’t hide what we became when we see our reflection in the mirrors The walls and the damn mirrors… My father told… Continue reading
The walls and the damn mirrors A Poem by Coyote Poetry Can’t hide what we became when we see our reflection in the mirrors The walls and the damn mirrors… My father told… Continue reading
The sweetest things A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Life is simple. Respect people. Religion should be private. Stay positive. The sweetest thing… I have seen so many mysteries and seen so much beauty. I swam … Continue reading
All my friends had settle down. A Poem by Coyote Poetry It is Ken fault. His poem made me yearn for a tavern, a few pretty gals and the Texas two-step. This is a… Continue reading
The thoughts of late August 2023. 1- We can soar freely like powerful hawk into the morning sky. We can stand on the great mountains and we can dance with the clouds. We… Continue reading
Morning glory A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good to open your eyes and see the glory of the new day and beauty near. Morning glory.. The smell of fresh coffee and pancakes cooking… Continue reading
We are just flesh/bones and blood waiting to be to be turn to dust. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Why do we live? I believe a wise person lived celebrating every new born day. … Continue reading