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
Yes, Spring is here. You are my muse.
You are my muse. 1- You told me. I need you nearby. You are my reasons to awake and fight the new day. I embraced you and I told you. You are my… Continue reading
Beautiful faces, kind memories. And a beautiful Jasmine Thompson song.
Beautiful faces and passionate kisses. When the night is long and sleep is far away.Sweet faces appeared to awake dead passion and re-birth ghosts lost in the sea of memories.Regret is plenty for… Continue reading
Longing and belonging.
Remember you, remember me. 1- The lights are low and the night is young.Your perfect blue eyes welcomed my attention.I kissed your tender ivory skin and I tasted the salt upon soft neck… Continue reading
We cannot own the wind or control the sea. And a beautiful Patricia O’Callaghan singing Cohen.
We had the month of May, once. Pretty gal from Italy told him by the Monterey Bay, the pipe dream poet, he isn’t poetry, he isn’t love, he is cursed, cursed to live… Continue reading
Change. Cannot stop.
Change A Poem by Coyote Poetry Change is needed when we are locked in. Never know what is around the next turn? Change. I sat with a kid of 23 at an Austin,… Continue reading
It is cut and dried.
It is cut and dried. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old words still mean the same. It is cut and dried. Old man sitting at the Old Fox tavern.Drinking his rum and coke… Continue reading
I saw the sun in your eyes.
I saw the sun in your eyes. You and me, we are dancing by the Monterey Bay, I am singing words of love to you. You asked me, Johnnie, why did you save… Continue reading
The fingerprints and an outstanding Leonard Cohen song.
The fingerprints. I washed the blankets and I washed the sheets. I opened the Window wide and the damn cold air awoke my memory of you. On a September night in the Fall,… Continue reading
Knuckles red, knuckles bleeding. And an amazing Mary Gauthier song.
Knuckle red, knuckles bleeding. Knuckles red, knuckles bleeding. My father fought and fought, wars that could not be won. He told me in his drunkenness state. He told me. I killed and I… Continue reading
I should have loved you more. And a beautiful Sinead Harnett song.
I should have loved you more. He left love doorway 2,500 miles away. The hardest and coldest man, he loved the whiskey and he loved the taverns. He loved the darkest days and… Continue reading