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
Only you.
Only you. I drank in the beauty of river clear blue eyes. I watched you dance on the seaside beach freely and unafraid of the opinions of the beach goers nearby. I made… Continue reading
Damn the ancient Gods.
Damn the ancient Gods. Pretty lady laid bare in heart and soul watching the sun fall into the sea.She looked at me and told me. “Damn the gods who hate love. They tried… Continue reading
If you go away.
If you go away. Once we loved the rain, the trains and the lazy days. We owned little and needed just enough. On Friday night we would go to the Stuttgart train station… Continue reading
My last stand will be in New York.
(Johnnie in 1992) My last stand will be in New York City. I want to go to New York City.Sat on a park bench where Leonard Cohen sat with Joplin.Telling stories of things to… Continue reading
Mystical places.
Mystical places. Many types of keepsakes my friend.There are tattoos upon our skin to remind us of places, wars and faces.There are scars from battles won and lost.Then there are sweet faces remembered… Continue reading
Bare and true.
Bare and true. She was a noble beauty, and she hushed me with her grace. In the stillness of the warm summer night, we were left in a standstill of should I stay… Continue reading
A wing and a prayer.
A wing and a prayer. He told the Lake St. Clair. We become, who suppose become. Hell-bound life can lead us to place of peace. He told the lady of the lake. Kind… Continue reading
Love is a careless child.
Love is like a flower garden. We must water, protect and keep it safe. If we are blind and deaf to the need of love. Bliss and sweet kiss can be forgotten, and… Continue reading
The California highway.
The California highway. The desert art is everywhere. Seekings of beauty can find the beautiful artwork. Artwork, poetry for the eyes. Dancing Coyote
Beatrice Marcella.
Beatrice Marcella. I found a twenty-five-year-old storage bag. Filled with old photos and old letters. I went through them, one by one. Each photo showed me a stranger, who lived and now he… Continue reading