Walking with giants. Number three..
Walking with giants. Number three… A Poem by Coyote Poetry Walking with giants. Number three… I re-joined the Army in 1991 and I was lucky. My life needed great change and I changed my… Continue reading
Monthly Archive: September, 2024
Walking with giants. Number two.
Walking with giants. Number two.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry May poetry number six. I was writing poetry in my dreams. I hope you enjoy. Walking with giants. Number two… I am sixty-three years… Continue reading
Walking with giants. Number one.
Walking with giants. Number one… A Poem by Coyote Poetry May poetry number five… I wrote poetry in my dreams. I hope you enjoy. … Continue reading
Steal a kiss…
Steal a kiss.. I would, I should. If I could, I shall. Just a small taste, with the stars and moon above. I would steal a kiss. And I would tell you. You… Continue reading
She had Angels wings upon her back..
She had Angels wings upon her back…… Her long auburn hair rolled down her long slender back. The tattoos Angel awoke secret dreams and nightmares. Her tattoos rolled down from soft neck to… Continue reading
When the war is over…
When the war is over ————————————————————————————————————– I haven’t been right, maybe I won’t be right again, I left war and war found me. Friends faces are hanging with me, a heavy sadness. My… Continue reading
Love is a careless child…
Love is a careless child.. Her skin whiter than Winter snow and her trembling lips of soft pink tempted the fearless man. His boldness lacked the confident of his youth. He had learn… Continue reading
The September song and a beautiful Katy Claire song.
The September song…. The leave are turning and the nights are cooler. The children are playing outside, enjoying the last days of Summer. I have become like the Autumn, my once young and … Continue reading
The Fall sweet honey..
The Fall sweet honey A Poem by Coyote PoetryThe days of Fall. Days for our life to slow down a-bit.” Fall sweet honey… Beautiful as the rising Summer sun,sweet and kind like the fresh… Continue reading
The last chance motel…
The last chance motel… Summer Texas night, cold drink and no-place to go. Michigan dreamer, drinking his Long Island teas and writing into a journal. “Song of my father, songs of the long highways,… Continue reading