Just thoughts about you..
Just thoughts about you A Poem by Coyote Poetry Short poetry for secret thoughts and places. 1- You..You make me want things I cannot have.Your sweet words making me wish for placeswere I can… Continue reading
Daily Archive: October 26, 2023
Three short poems about love…
Three short poems about love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Trying to be less epic for one day. Three short poems about love Open doors… Open the shades wide.Lite the incense candles… Continue reading
I lift my eyes…
I lift my eyes A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need to open our eyes and find the good in each day. I lift my eyes… Barren cold and heartless world.Fear had tarnish… 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
The word man…
The word man. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Need people to desire peace before we cross a line of no return. Many years ago. In 1991 to 1993. I would read my poetry on the coastline… Continue reading
Disease…
Disease A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some sickness is permanent. Two strangers sat together.Discussing things that didn’t matter. The woman looked at the man.Told him. I was once a beauty once.Men begged for… Continue reading
Whiskey dreams are the same. Written in 1979.
My whiskey dreams are still the same. ( 7 Nov. 1979. Time don’t change too much ) Drinking whiskey with the German Soldiers in Stuttgard. We sing if ” I were the king of the… Continue reading
A mad man prayer…
A mad man prayer A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love can create a madness. A mad man prayer… I woke up with your name on my lips. THE PHONE IS RINGING. I dreamed… Continue reading
The songs of the seasons.
The songs of seasons A Story by Coyote Poetry A Native American tale. The songs of the seasons… Warm days, cold nights.Create an restless passion.I can hear the whisper of the windon a… Continue reading
The madness train…
The madness train A Poem by Coyote Poetry Time to know what real pleasure is. Before it is too late. The Madness train… I’m twisted up. Hogties to bullshit. I’m strangled with useless… Continue reading