Originally posted on writings on my tongue :
https://john-coyote.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/05/2cee97660969b9a3ce0afb1f74109611.jpg And since Hazlitt said, “Poetry is the universal language.” I will learn to speak to you. If poets were like their poetry and singers like…
Once we had the Elvis songs… (May-day poetry- number eight.) Hello girl, it Johnnie in Michigan and I am sorry to call you at at Midnight hours. The drink is wearing me down… Continue reading
(My mother in 1959) “Happy Mother day. Woman bare the glory and honor of protecting their children. Look into a eyes of a woman. You can learn a million stories of what life… Continue reading
Memory of a Mother… (I was raised by my stepmother Sonja. A beautiful and wonderful lady who died too young.) Names given are earned. Not easy to become. You were a mother to… Continue reading
(Johnnie and Daniela in 1978.) Glorious love. A Poem by Coyote PoetryLove can make us feel like kings and love can make us feel like a pauper. Glorious love…. We danced and learned… Continue reading
I wanted everything and I needed nothing. A Poem by Coyote PoetryYouth is the sweetest wine. No fear of failure and fearless in the game of love. I wanted everything and I needed… Continue reading
