Folly…
Folly… Dead men don’t weep no more, stagnant life lead to deluded ending, Pretty things can hide the hidden truth, nothing gain-nothing lost. We can ascend and we can fall, the echoes of… Continue reading
Monthly Archive: June, 2021
A twisted lullaby, maybe?
A twisted lullaby, maybe? A Poem by Coyote PoetryJune poetry number eighteen. Came to me in my dream. A twisted lullaby. … Continue reading
Zbigniew Hertbert | CƠN MƯA – THE RAIN
Worthwhile and powerful poetry shared.
Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm | The heart is made of flesh (157)
Amazing poetry shared by a talented writer.
The Chelsea Hotel…
The Chelsea hotel A Poem by Coyote PoetryI went to New York a few times. I stayed in the Park and wrote poetry in the day and drank in the dark taverns at night.… Continue reading
The Purgatory Inn part two
The Purgatory Inn part two A Poem by Coyote PoetryI needed a night at the Purgatory Inn. The Purgatory Inn -part two On the wall of the Purgatory inn behind the bar. A… Continue reading
Blessed be the lovers
Blessed be the lovers… Sweet bliss of the sweet kiss. Kind lovers rejoice in the tender touch of skin to soft skin.Where lovers roam into wild and dangerous places. Fugitives for the revisits… Continue reading
The poet, the dancer and the artist.
The poet, the dancer and the artist. A Story by Coyote Poetry June poetry number seventeen. The poet, the dancer and the artist… It… Continue reading
Tell me again how God is good.
Originally posted on end of line.:
Edward Hopper Time present and time pastAre both perhaps present in time futureAnd time future contained in time past.If all time is eternally presentAll time is unredeemable.What…
Three fingers of the Johnnie Walker..
Three fingers of the Johnnie Walker. He went back to Aberdeenshire in the Fall of his life. He found a place to drink and to watch the sea. He wrote in his notebook.… Continue reading