The New York city lights
The New York city lights. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A new chapter. Please enjoy” I left Iraq in the Winter of 1992. I was sent to Fort Dix, New Jersey. I took… Continue reading
The New York city lights. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A new chapter. Please enjoy” I left Iraq in the Winter of 1992. I was sent to Fort Dix, New Jersey. I took… Continue reading
I can show you God A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just thoughts and things to ponder on” I can show you God.. The great search for God is fruitless for some. I… Continue reading
When God laughs A Poem by Coyote Poetry I read Jack London book today “When God laughs.” It is a amazing book. Quotes and words from a amazing writer Jack London and… Continue reading
Poesy A Poem by Coyote Poetry Thank you Dryden for your poetry. Gave me reason to write today.” Poesy (For Dryden) True Poets dodge the fakeness of fame. They allow praise to fall… Continue reading
The Medicine wheel A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old Native American wisdom. We need to gather as one people to save earth and all people. Wisdom of the Medicine wheel. (I have been… Continue reading
Mercy A Story by Coyote Poetry (A sad poem. We need more friends. More kindness.) Mercy… Young black man. 22 year old. He sat alone and ate alone in the mess hall for… Continue reading
My midnight thoughts. I am drinking alone at 6 pm and the night is going so damn slow and I drinking the Blue Moon and I fall into the old songs. Almost 9… Continue reading
Delicate wings A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some people are more tender than others. Delicate wings. Beautiful Lizzy, please allow me in.Her word and beauty memorized me.Woman who strips down their true colors… Continue reading
My lady. My lady,I still cry out in sweet dreams your name. So long since our lips had touched.I still wish upon the first star, to be able to look into your eyes again.… Continue reading
The sweet Melody of love. We were lovers once. Your words upon a sheet of paper saved my life once.You promised an endless love and I was to bathe in your eyes of… Continue reading
Sara Little Wolf. Once a pretty Ojibwa gal stole my heart and my thoughts. Her coffee brown eyes and golden-brown skin made me wish to swim in her kind and gentle eyes. She… Continue reading
Tell me something. 1- She told me, Johnnie, Johnnie. I want a fable love, where amor can win. I don’t want a timid man; I want a wild and crazy man. I want… Continue reading
A Spanish lullaby A Poem by Coyote Poetry A Spanish Lullaby. Once, you and I, became we. We distanced love and love found us. We were young, we were fearless and we… Continue reading
Please dear Jennifer, come to Monterey. In was 8 pm in Monterey. A warm January night. I decided to call my Michigan gal, I left her in late December 1991. To remind her.… Continue reading
The prettiest gal in Michigan. I kissed the prettiest gal in Michigan and her lips tasted of beer and the Irish whiskey. She told me, Johnnie, the quiet poet. You write about everything,… Continue reading
We are, what we became. 1- They tried to shame her, they could not. She saw in their dirty eyes, whiskey, sin and sadness. She knew what she wanted, and she took it.… Continue reading