Don’t ask for less…

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Don’t ask for less

A Poem by Coyote Poetry
"In life. Better to dream big than to wallow in things not touched or reached."           

                     Don’t ask for less….

Echos of memories and voices dances in my head.
Beautiful faces and places are alive and well in sweet dreams.

The furious Winter rage allow me time to travel blindly back to the nights
and days where life was a blazed with hope and passion.

I learn we use and abuse once tender gifts.
We love than we despise the kindness of the gentle touch.

Beautiful woman asked me once. What do you want, what do you need my sweet lover.
I told my beautiful  lady with the clear blue eyes like a river stream. I want everything. I want the moon,
the stars, to feel the heat of your body near. I want to taste your lips and your

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The missing pieces- Part one

johncoyote

The missing pieces

A Poem by Coyote Poetry
"Fragrance of what we were do appear. I looked into the mirror. The once warrior had become the house plant. This is sad."             

                  Missing pieces….

On paper with black ink and thoughts. I try to replay the days of drunken bliss and delight. Today like a worn-out cushion. I wait for no-one. When age was my wealth. I wouldn’t ransom for soul for a few dollars and safety in old age.

Today I’m barren in hope and dreams. I try to re-kindle hope and the energy of my youth. I can’t find the pieces of what I was. When I was young. I didn’t want to get old. At 39 years, leave the tire body was my goal. Today 63 years had led me to a…

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The missing pieces- Part one

johncoyote

The missing pieces

A Poem by Coyote Poetry
"Fragrance of what we were do appear. I looked into the mirror. The once warrior had become the house plant. This is sad."             

                  Missing pieces….

On paper with black ink and thoughts. I try to replay the days of drunken bliss and delight. Today like a worn-out cushion. I wait for no-one. When age was my wealth. I wouldn’t ransom for soul for a few dollars and safety in old age.

Today I’m barren in hope and dreams. I try to re-kindle hope and the energy of my youth. I can’t find the pieces of what I was. When I was young. I didn’t want to get old. At 39 years, leave the tire body was my goal. Today 63 years had led me to a…

View original post 512 more words