Freedom is free. We must fight for our freedom. Can’t allow our basic right to be stolen. This is the land of the free and the brave.… Continue reading →
Books in limbo A Poem by Coyote Poetry I went to the library. I requested two books. Jack London “When God laugh” and Any book written by John Dryden. I was told. Neither book… Continue reading →
Turn stone to flesh A Poem by Coyote Poetry Easy to believe in nothing. Needing only self-gain. Lonely death for a man who held wealth and power as God. Stone to flesh… Continue reading →
Utopia of the pen and the paper. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Last freedom is the mind. Can’t control the mind completely. Always hope hiding somewhere. Utopia of the pen and the… Continue reading →
I remember you (We can’t allow the small things to kill off all our hopes and dreams. Our children need to have something to reach for. If we… Continue reading →
Dreams A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some dreams are nightmares. Some are sweet dreams and some are warnings for us to shape-up. Pity and depression can’t control your life. Dreams I have… Continue reading →
I don’t remember how you looked. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old memories dance in my head. Dreams can become nightmares. Nightmares can become sweet dreams one day. I don’t remember how you… Continue reading →
Utopia of the pen and the paper. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Last freedom is the mind. Can’t control the mind completely. Always hope hiding somewhere. Utopia of the pen and the… Continue reading →
Sweet Peggy. She is sitting alone in the warm Florida’s evenings. She is raw, sexy and like a wild cat in the tropics. She is hungry, desperate and passionate.… Continue reading →
I don’t remember how you looked. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old memories dances in my head. Dreams can become nightmares. Nightmares can become sweet dreams one day. I don’t remember how… Continue reading →
