Some old poetry- A woman, like you.
A woman, like you. A Poem by Coyote PoetryFew people can bring you from self made hell. When a sweet woman offer a soft hand and love. Even the dead can be rebirth. A… Continue reading
Monthly Archive: February, 2021
Did I tell you?
Did I tell you?…. I don’t remember if I told you how beautiful you are to me. I have allowed so many things to blind my eyes. Allowing disappointment to steal my smile and laughter.… Continue reading
Refining the art of living
Please read the work of a talented writer. Emotional Musings My dear readers, a creative force drives my passions, which allows me to live a soulful existence upon this planet. I view life… Continue reading
I don’t remember how you looked…
(Dreams can become nightmares. Nightmares can become sweet dreams one day.) I don’t remember how you looked…. I don’t remember how you looked. Your eyes were blue, maybe hazel green? Your hair golden blond or maybe… Continue reading
Dangerous places and beautiful places…
(Johnnie and his Daniela. Winter 1978.) Dangerous places and beautiful faces. A Poem by Coyote PoetryIt is good to walk upon the edge. Dangerous places and beautiful faces. Dangerous places and secret rendezvous.To… Continue reading
“Lilac mountains” #poem #poetry #verse #writing
Originally posted on Visionary Poems:
Lilac mountains Veiled in mists That emanated from a yonder reality Abounding with the mysteries of the ages That pervade existence entire Reached high into the celestial realms In search of the eternal continuous…
Too late for forgiveness…
(My brothers Scott and Chuck. Scott committed suicide in 1987, Chuck committed suicide in 1988.) Too late for forgiveness A Poem by Coyote Poetry A new poem finally. A sad one. If you feel… Continue reading
Ain’t no fucking good war…
(Johnnie at Fort Ord, California. 1992.) Ain’t no fucking good war. A Poem by Coyote PoetryCan’t allow the hate and fear to overcome us. World been the same for a long time. Must dance… Continue reading
Walk over
Originally posted on TheFeatheredSleep:
Walk over on those long satin legs with ankles crossing like idle thoughts saturated in honey Skin on skin when it matters most don’t push away move nearer touch…
Coyote spirit…
(Johnnie in the Pacific. 1992.) Coyote spirit A Poem by Coyote PoetryLast dream is freedom. When it is gone. What is left. Coyote spirit…. (In Native American Myth. The Coyote was the jokester. He… Continue reading