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Originally posted on Beneath the Layers:
This poem is dedicated to the memory of my father who passed years ago; a self made man who taught me the importance of never using people…
Daily Archive: December 27, 2021
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Some verbal poetry and the poem.
Dead flowers… I came to you with some Tennessee whiskey and a small plant with rosemary trying to grow. I sat on your porch, waiting for you. I wanted to see your morning… Continue reading
If I had magic…
If I had magic… Johnnie walked the California Fault line alone. Looking for a ancient and holy place.The desert mountain hard and her natural beauty.Perfect place to hide wishing wells and to burn… Continue reading
Bitter branches….
Bitter branches… Old men are like ancient trees. Life will expand and multiply.They will sit on old porches and remember skeletons and blunders.The have learned profound knowledge and the texture of the… Continue reading
Mercy…
Mercy A Story by Coyote PoetryA 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 many days.I… Continue reading
Just words…
Just words A Poem by Coyote PoetryWrite, write and write some more. Our words will outlast our memory. There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.Ernest… Continue reading
The twisted dance of love….
The twisted dance of love. (written in 1988) A Poem by Coyote Poetry A rewrite from December, 1988. The twisted dance of love… I lay beside you in the night of the Germany… Continue reading