The gray whale…
The gray whale A Story by Coyote Poetry A very hard story. Need good friends to give us reasons to be alive. The gray whale (For Leona. A missed friend.) Empty bottles of… Continue reading
The gray whale A Story by Coyote Poetry A very hard story. Need good friends to give us reasons to be alive. The gray whale (For Leona. A missed friend.) Empty bottles of… Continue reading
The portrait of you… Phantom dreams led me to you. You were my illusion of perfection. I was flattered when you condemn me to loving you forever by a gesture of hello and… Continue reading
No cure for Love…. In the tar pits of blasphemy and disappointment.I tried to forget a woman’s face and green eyes.Tried to forget those long beautiful and soft legs.I tried to erode the… Continue reading
Measure and weight A Poem by Coyote Poetry What make us feel human and alive? I believe it is the love we embrace and the forgiveness we must understand and accept. Measure and… Continue reading
Some days can be perfect A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is like the sea. We can be as powerful as a Winter storm or quiet as the smooth dance of the morning tide. … Continue reading
Raging emotions A Poem by Coyote Poetry A poem for love and my favorite place. Raging emotions… Long talks and strong coffee at the Monterey coffee shop.Bring lovers of the poetry together.Poets, writers… Continue reading
First words, last words A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words can have great power. False words can brake a heart forever. Word of true love can make us desire the moon and the stars. … Continue reading
Mercy A Story by Coyote Poetry A sad poem. We need more friends. More kindness. No-one wins in war. We just teach the children blood and death. Mercy… Young black man.22 year old.He… Continue reading
Love tragedies—– I found you my kind lady, you were my savior, my voice of sanity. Love tragedy left us feeling empty, just wishes and gestures of fairy tales magic we would not… Continue reading
We get what we deserve… I wrote on the bar napkin, a name of a kind woman who is dead to me now. Once the Bacchus wine made lovers of us, we were… Continue reading