Just words…
Just words A Poem by Coyote PoetryWrite, write and write some more. Our words will outlast our memory. There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.Ernest… Continue reading
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The twisted dance of love….
The twisted dance of love. (written in 1988) A Poem by Coyote Poetry A rewrite from December, 1988. The twisted dance of love… I lay beside you in the night of the Germany… Continue reading
Mercy, please…
Mercy, please… (My wish. Everyone does one gift of kindness. Share money, if you can. Share kind words and a smile. All of us need the mercy of kindness.) I told her, I… Continue reading
an answer.
Originally posted on I didn't have my glasses on….:
THE NIGHT TRAVELER Passing by, he could be anybody: A thief, a tradesman, a doctor On his way to a worried house. But…
“Small Acts”: Wishing You a Joyous Christmas
Originally posted on Elizabeth Gauffreau:
When I read the poem “Small Acts” by Paul Vincent Cannon on his blog, I immediately wanted to read it aloud as my Christmas best wishes this year.…
Every Day Serenity
Originally posted on One Woman's Quest:
Serenity every day,I pray from the frayed edgeschaos rattling, pains howling Laundry waits in pilesof incompletion – like my life –demands eroding worth Hush! I scold…
If you ever forget that I love you…
If you ever forget I love you… Sober man, can’t write no more. He can’t feel no-more pain. Once he sought the greatest dreams and love was his, forever and one day. The… Continue reading
A little crazy…
A little crazy…. She told me, don’t matter, who is right, who is wrong. We are what we are. All I know, you take me where I want to go. You are my… Continue reading
A wing and a prayer…
A wing and a prayer…. He told the Lake St. Clair. We become, who suppose become. Hell-bound life can lead us to place of peace. He told the lady of the lake.… Continue reading
The fingerprints…
The fingerprints…. I washed the blankets and I washed the sheets. I opened the Window wide and the damn cold air awoke my memory of you. On a September night in the Fall,… Continue reading