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 circle dance. One earth and one people.
The circle dance. I have danced often the circle dance at Native Americans Pow Wows. The circle dance had many meanings. “The leader called to the people; the Ojibwa children begin the circle… Continue reading
The echoes of yesterday. Dear Jenny.
The echoes of yesterdays. Drinking alone in a Monterey tavern in April,1992. I was trying to hide from a memory, and I saw the saddest face man looking back at me in the… Continue reading
Waiting for a miracle.
1- Cheryl.. Few speak your name now. When the whiskey is good and I seek pretty faces in my lonely nights. I remember you. You were a wild eyes woman who wanted to… Continue reading
When I am done. And a beautiful Marianne Faithful song.
When I am done. I became the old man who waiting for no-one. Once I wanted everything and now. I need little. I wonder where do the old soldiers go. When they are… Continue reading
My Texas rose.
My Texas rose. The sweetest gal in Texas told me. Please give me your address and I will write you when you are gone. I told her, she was a treasure, a blessing… Continue reading
The lovely silence and a beautiful Paloma Faith song.
The lovely silence. The real poets and writers know. The silence is golden. Words become meaningless in the midnight hours. True lovers don’t need to speak. They allow their mouth, hands and body… Continue reading
Falling backwards.
Falling backwards. I liked California. Made me think and drink less. I never understood the California girls. They wanted to figure out the messy world, and you can’t. The taverns in California were… Continue reading
My goddess of Spring.
My goddess and beautiful muse of Spring. ( A warm Spring day had arrived. I needed to feel the warm sun upon my face.) The cold of Winter fade away when I look… Continue reading
Amie do; Amie does.
Amie do, Amie does.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good to be fearless and touch dreams. Amie do; Amie does. Beautiful as the… Continue reading
Hanging with Charles Bukowski. And a poem.
Go all the way. Don’t give in, don’t give-up.If you dream. Dream big.Life is ours to test. We must test life, love many and see the beauty of our world. Find the sea,… Continue reading