Drink before the war.. 1- Ben Jonson, ‘To Celia’. Drink to me only with thine eyes,And I will pledge with mine;Or leave a kiss but in the cup,And I’ll not look for wine.The thirst… Continue reading
Quiet echoes and secluded places A Poem by Coyote Poetry We will hold many penances for things done and missed. Quiet echoes and secluded places.. The coffee shop poet told the young listener.Great… Continue reading
Attempt at short poetry. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words I like to try new options. This is one. Less epic tales and create meaning using minimum words. Rage and pain.Illusion and deceit.Love… Continue reading
Five short poems. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. 1- WarThe war is over.The guns locked away.The soldiers are resting.Youth and eyes burned out by war.No-one won. 2- Miss youI’m missing… Continue reading
My goddess and beautiful muse of Spring.. The cold of Winter fade away when I look into your eyes. You make the Winter days less cold and the season of Spring so close.… Continue reading