Poetry, writing and history.
Poetry, writing and history. A Poem by Coyote Poetry History and poetry. Old timer at work told me a interesting story. He asked me did I know the reason for Memorial Day and where… Continue reading
Daily Archive: December 7, 2025
Resemble love.
(Nothing as sexy, as a woman can play a game of chess.) Resembled love A Poem by Coyote Poetry True love is rare and hard to find. Resembled love Pretty as a perfect… Continue reading
Damn you dear Kelly.
Damn you my beautiful Kelly.. 1- He loved her so andhe yearned to look into her dark wild eyes.And he knew.She was a forbidden love,so damn close and so damn far away.He patiently… Continue reading
Drink before the war.
Drink before the war.. 1- Ben Jonson, ‘To Celia’.Drink to me only with thine eyes,And I will pledge with mine;Or leave a kiss but in the cup,And I’ll not look for wine.The thirst that… Continue reading
The Lakeside boardwalk.
The lakeside boardwalk. The dancing Lake Huron surround us, you are barefoot walking and your eyes of wonder, studying the lake. I tell you, I love the simple days when we can feel… Continue reading
Three fingers of Johnnie Walker. For his Scotland love.
Three fingers of the Johnnie Walker. He went back to Aberdeenshire in the Autumn of his life. He found a place to drink and to watch the sea. He wrote in his notebook.… Continue reading
I followed you and you followed you.
I followed you and you followed me. I was following you and you were following me. And we did not know. She was a beauty of splendor who aspired to challenge the sea,… Continue reading
I need a wild gal.
I want a wild gal. She wore her Sunday best and the smile of a angel. I told her, all we have is a Winter day and 10 inches of snow. She asked… Continue reading
You are my freedom.
You are my freedom The free road and we have no final destination. Summer heat and the need of beautiful places we wanted.. We had wild dances, good booze and we knew. Freedom… Continue reading
My due reward.
My due reward. A Poem by Coyote Poetry My due reward. Once the kindest girl in Michigan told me. Please don’t die. You love your damn wars, maybe if you loved me more, you… Continue reading