The animal. Written in 1982.
The prisoners may seem weak and controlled. Hope and memory allowed the energy to endure great pain. Sometime the table can be turned. Will the prisoner serve the same medicine or forgive? Revolution… Continue reading
The prisoners may seem weak and controlled. Hope and memory allowed the energy to endure great pain. Sometime the table can be turned. Will the prisoner serve the same medicine or forgive? Revolution… Continue reading
Why are you still here with me? Sometime you are so far away from me. I see your sad eyes filled with fear and disappointment. You lay your head into my chest. You… Continue reading
A letter.. Sometime cigarettes, good booze and a pen can give a man a reason to be alive. When we parachute blind into love.Even a renegade spirit can be broken.I tried to hide… Continue reading
The midnight blues… (I wrote seven poems today. I listen to Nevil Shute two books. “A town like Alice” and “At the beach”. Made my muse come alive.) 1- He loved the bones… Continue reading
I thanked her for befriended me. I told her, when she was near. I felt good. She was the sea, a kind voice and the most beautiful woman in Monterey. She laughed at… Continue reading
Love is like a hammer I left Michigan in 1991 and I sat in the Jazz club at 12 pm, trying to write a poem. The Jazz man was playing the songs, so… Continue reading
The human touch. A Poem by Coyote PoetryThe easiest gift to give is concern, time and to listen. In a world of fast pace and little time. We must slow down and show the… Continue reading
Our legacy, some little poetry. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Awakening my muse. Legacy, some little poetry… 1- The Monterey tavern poet sat alone and beautiful Eleanor sat with him. Her eyes seeking his… Continue reading