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
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 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 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 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 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 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
Souvenirs. An old box filled with simple gifts.Shiny stones from the Big Sur.Seashells from the coast of Europe.Many photo books from the past. Last book my father read.Old silver dollars fathers collected.Father’s silver… Continue reading
You get what you deserve. Father told me often, we get what we deserve. I played the bastard well and the darkness overtook my life. He turned to me and he whispered. Something… Continue reading
Too old to die young. 1- Almost 68 years old,I lived in many places and I had many lives.Old man looked back at me in the mirror.I told him,you are too old to… Continue reading
Landscape of a perfect place. (Photo-Source:amespeciale(Thank you Tumblr) I understand the difference between the light and the dark. I have glimpsed perfect beauty and I have known solid hate. Even if my eyes were blinded… Continue reading
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 the old soldiers go. When they are so… Continue reading
The Pacific Ocean. The half-drunk poet told the pretty gal in the Irish tavern in Austin, Texas. I had a sweet love once and she is waiting for me still. She made me… Continue reading
My beautiful Daniela. (Written when my heart and soul was alive and free to love without fear. Written in November 1978) My world was wild and crazy. I’m slow down by a look… Continue reading
DISEASE. Two strangers sat together.Discussing things that didn’t matter. The woman looked at the man.Told him.I was once a beauty once.Men begged for my attention. He told her.Beauty is one less… Continue reading
Worn and torned love. Written on 8 April 1985 (For Angela. A lost and confused young lady. I tried to pick her up and show her life was okay. I hope she… Continue reading
The darkness. Tonight I can see shadows of faces and hear the shadows of lost voices. They are interrupting my dreams. Now I seek to find beauty and kindness in our ugly world.… Continue reading