What is ugly? What is beautiful?
What is ugly? What is beautiful? He watched the pretty artist on the Monterey pier. He brought her coffee and a salad. He sat and he wrote words for no-one. “What is ugly?… Continue reading
What is ugly? What is beautiful? He watched the pretty artist on the Monterey pier. He brought her coffee and a salad. He sat and he wrote words for no-one. “What is ugly?… Continue reading
When will we seek peace, not separation? 1- Me and my soldiers found 24 bodies in a river in Bosnian. Just old people, women and children. Me and my soldiers body bags them.… Continue reading
My father’s war… A Poem by Coyote Poetry queerest 1 a : differing in some way from what is usual or normal : odd, strange, weird “How queer it seems,” Alice said to herself,… Continue reading
I needed a proper farewell… Was a cold Germany December night in 1978 and I called you my sweet Sheena. I remember your mother told me. Didn’t you do enough? I remember you… Continue reading
The midnight hours.. I knew when I met her near the sea. She was a dangerous endeavor. Her wild sea blue eyes and gentle voice, I could see the wild world in eyes… Continue reading
You can’t catch the wind. (April is poetry month. New poetry number twenty six. some little poetry and thoughts.) 1- Her eyes were cold, her voice was just a whisper of hope. She… Continue reading
Some poetry for love.. He adored her Summer bonnet of blue, he adored her flowing ginger hair. He asked her. Old wise men had told me once. Never love a ginger hair Scottish… Continue reading
Remembering the fragrance of Winter A Poem by Coyote PoetryA story Remembering the fragrance of Winter… I had lived the… Continue reading
Stripped to the bone…. I told her, I love the darkest things. I want a love so dark, my world turn purple/black. I don’t want sweet words, I want demanding words. I want… Continue reading