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I remember you. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometimes we must return to the beginning. To find the missing person in the mirror looking back. I remember you….. The summer days were long.The splendor… Continue reading
I remember you. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometimes we must return to the beginning. To find the missing person in the mirror looking back. I remember you….. The summer days were long.The splendor… Continue reading
In Monterey A Poem by Coyote Poetry We can try to escape. Sooner or later the memory will catch up with us. In Monterey…. I called you to tell you, I was all… 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 Lovers (A soldier prayer)… Poor boys and men.Roads lead… Continue reading
My siren A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime we need beauty and mystery to keep our hope alive. My Siren.. The cold days of winter leave me longing and yearning for the… Continue reading
“I will love you forever and a day” A Poem by Coyote Poetry Written in 1978. Memories are like a good wine. Better with time. ” I will love you forever and a… Continue reading
Cry a tear A Poem by Coyote Poetry My first published poem. Some small press put in in 1979. Cry a tear.. My heart still can bleed with pain and loss still.Tears can… Continue reading
The sun, the moon and the stars ————————————————————————————– She told me, pretty does, pretty do. Kind sun warm our faces and our hearts, the moon light-up the darkness of the night and the… Continue reading
You are my poetry… Forlorn love, treasured memories. You used to read poetry to me by the candle light. You were my heavenly voice, sweet songs when life became too hard. Once… Continue reading
My great love A Poem by Coyote Poetry True love is rare. Hold on tight. Doesn’t always last forever. My great loveA Poem by Coyote Poetry Pain of love lost must disappear into the… Continue reading
Love is a careless child. A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Know that love is a careless child, And forgets promises past.” Sir Walter Raleigh Love is a careless child… I took my pen… Continue reading