Dead man arms..
Dead man arms Once the bravest man on the block, he loved the darkest girl on the dead-end street. Her eyes, blackest eyes, he had ever seen. In the deadly days of his… Continue reading
Monthly Archive: July, 2021
The crying woman- Page 1-5.
The crying woman A Book by Coyote PoetryMy dream writing. This tale came to me in my dreams. Not a kind story. We shall learn, no free money or free gifts. Everything demand payment.… Continue reading
I don’t remember how you looked..
(Dreams can become nightmares. Nightmares can become sweet dreams one day. I believe second poem published somewhere.) I don’t remember how you looked…. I don’t remember how you looked. Your eyes were blue, maybe… Continue reading
Texas bars and Texas women..
Texas bars and Texas women (A old poem written in 1993. When I roam the Texas as a young man.) The Doctor told me.“You are damn healthy.You must take care of your self.”… Continue reading
Vinegar and sweet wine…
Vinegar and sweet wine… Did I thank you my beautiful and sweet Brigitte?I’m leaving on plane very soon for my real home.You came back into my life to say goodbye.You are sitting between… Continue reading
Poem: She, 2021
Originally posted on BEAUTY IN EVERYTHING:
She walks she breathes She works she laughs She loves she cries She is and will always be She is beautiful She is talented She is her…
Hell-bend highways
Hell-bend highways A Poem by Coyote PoetrySome folks cannot be saved. My Brother is free…. Always torn and never content. Being a regular Joe was not so easy for him. Whiskey and beer… Continue reading
Purgatory Inn and no place to go..
Purgatory Inn and no place to go….. I have the long Island ice tea fresh and cold.Bartender keep them coming.They love the big tippers.Purgatory Inn is open early and closes late.Safe place for… Continue reading
The Cadence of my Non-Compliance
Originally posted on Tea & Transparency:
I was mistaken, misled even – thanks to misinformation. I was misunderstood. I misrepresented the misuse of my misery. I mistreated myself – misruled the misfit fighting…
Angels, muses and sirens…
Angels, sirens and muses A Poem by Coyote PoetryJust words. Angels, muses and sirens… I was near death often in my life. I learn Death isn’t an enemy. We must be born and die,… Continue reading