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
Too late for forgiveness. Remembering Hayden Panettiere.
(I watched dear Hayden Panettiere grow up. Broke my heart, her death. This is an old poem. Once I was in a hurry and did not listen. Two brothers committed suicide. One in… Continue reading
The sun, the moon and the stars.
The sun, the moon and the stars. 1- She told me, pretty does, pretty do. Kind sun warms our faces and our hearts, the moon light-up the darkness of the night and the… Continue reading
I called your name.
I called your name. Beautiful lady weeps for me. I departed for unknown destination. I didn’t know. First tears will take us to weight-full memories and places amidst lonely, descended wants and needs.… Continue reading
I will never leave Michigan.
I will never leave Michigan. Years ago. I wanted to see the whole world. Drink wine in Basel and Paris, dance in the streets of Florence and read poetry at Hyde Park in… Continue reading
Monday afternoon poetry.
Monday afternoon poetry. 1- Was just a kiss, was just a sweet memory. Maybe was the sweetest kiss? 2- Was just a Summer day, was a day of the sea and the dance.… Continue reading
Like this. And lovely Tilda Swinton soft spoken poetry.
Like this. 1- If someone ask you. Is love real? Tell them hold a small baby and watch their face. Watch their eyes and see the energy of hope in their eyes. The… Continue reading
The October days of my life.
The October days of my life. Last dance for the Coyote.. This morning, I saw a old face looking back at me in the mirror. My beard is gray and I have pain… Continue reading
Lestat’s coffee shop conversation.
Lestat’s coffee shop conversation. Was a quiet San Diego night. I read my poetry at a poetry reading next to the Lestat’s coffee shop. I read an old poem. ” Bitter branches Old men are like… Continue reading
The kind Spring and the warm summer days. And an amazing song by Meira.
Kind springs days and the warm Summer days Forget me not, forget me forever.Winters cold is gone and the kind Spring days are here. The cold Winter days made me drink the vodka… Continue reading
Gypsy soul. And a lovely Ayla Schafer song.
Gypsy soul Once, I walked in the clouds, The highest Honduras mountains, I stood upon. I was a free man. Once, I danced with the Pacific, the Winter storms taught me. We are… Continue reading