I serenaded to the paragon of beauty..
I serenaded to the paragon of beauty. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We were shadows dancing upon the beach. Safe from the peril of real life I serenaded to the paragon of beauty…… Continue reading
Daily Archive: March 28, 2023
My lovely Beatrice. My muse by the sea.
My lovely Beatrice. My muse by the sea. A Poem by Coyote Poetry My lovely Beatrice. My muse by the sea… Beautiful California for us to behold. Enter a love for the ages with one sweet… Continue reading
NIGHT & THE CONTINUING FALLING VERSES OF…(8)
Originally posted on Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm:
An epic poem in Vietnamese by Lê Vĩnh TàiTranslator: Nguyễn Thị Phương TrâmArt: Đinh Trường Chinh[5th revision; 2019-2022] days like these, poetry is…
Don’t look for things, you don’t want to find..
Don’t look for things, you don’t want to find. A Poem by Coyote Poetry When nonfiction feel like fiction. You have seen too much. Don’t look for things you don’t want to find…… Continue reading
Old quotes written many moons ago.
Quotes of a tire man. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just quotes for today. Few pay attention to a world willing to sacrifice their children for land and oil. We have learn nothing in… Continue reading
A lullaby for organized chaos…
A lullaby for organized chaos A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words and thoughts. I hope you enjoy. A lullaby for organized chaos… We shall dance in heaven, earth and in hell.May never find… Continue reading
Men, whiskey and dreams of peace..
Men, whiskey and dreams of peace. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Written in 1978. Today the world is the same. Maybe worst off? Men, whiskey and dreams of peace… Wishing, hoping and dreaming.… Continue reading
Around and around we shall go…
Around and around we shall go. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is chance and opportunity. Better to be kind and hope for a good ending. Around and around we shall go… Around… Continue reading
Just men…
Just men A Poem by Coyote Poetry First job in country of Kuwait in 1992. Move the dead frozen bodies from Death Valley. Just men.. (I got to Iraq. My first task was to… Continue reading
Father’s burden..
Father’s burden. A Poem by Coyote Poetry My father taught me to appreciate laughter and woman. Father’s burden.. (My father was a Ojibwa/Mexican man in 1950 USA. He never allowed anyone to look… Continue reading