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
I can show you God
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
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
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.
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
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
The rising sun, the falling moon.
The rising sun, the falling moon. “Save someone and you will save yourself, Save many and you shall learn peace.” Prettiest lady, I have ever seen, she danced with the Lake Superior waves.… Continue reading
I need a warm Spring Day. A Spring flower.
A Spring flower A Poem by Coyote PoetryA poem for my story- Poet’s love A Spring flower. Was a Spring flower.So tall and so beautiful. Was a Spring flower.That reached for the sky.The sky… Continue reading
The shadows are dancing.
The shadows are dancing. She told me, dear poet. Your love isn’t dead; your love is sleeping. She was a perfect North Dakota girl dancing with a Michigan boy in the city of the… Continue reading
Lovers in Paris.
Lovers in Paris. She whispered to me, “O my love, O my love. Make me feel alive. I plucked a rose for us today and I told the red rose. Where had my… Continue reading
Remembering Phil Ochs and some poetry. SOS.
SOS.. 1- When a poet cries, he cried alone. He writes his tears to paper and allow them to be settle into a journal. Sometime madness can find us, and we forget to… Continue reading
Please just one more day.
Midnight toll. 1- We shall pay the midnight toll, where the sin, the gin and the skin always needs more. Where strangers begin friends, where friends become strangers. Under an cloudless night, two… Continue reading
The stranger song.
The stranger song Pretty lady asked her old lover. When did we become strangers?Once we talked, danced and sang the whole night through.Now we sit together. Your eyes had died and your hopeful… Continue reading
Free bird. The journey.
Free bird. The journey. We built our love upon straw and paper. We didn’t know love could be set on fire, burn and be forgotten when the straw and paper dispersed to the… Continue reading
The last time I saw your face. I remember.
The last time I saw your face, my kind friend. I remember. When we are blessed with youth and vinegar. We don’t know. We have few mentors and people who shall love us.Today,… Continue reading
I will paint a memory. Never to be forgotten.
The first time I saw your face-Two short poems. ———1- Paint me Elegant lady told me. Life is hard and the night is long my love.We must bathe in the kindness of the… Continue reading