October
Dear October Hello dear October, my old friend. Cooler day and the beauty of the change of color, of the trees. Allow us to slow down and ponder who we are, where… Continue reading
Category Archive: coyote poetry
The utopia of the pen and the paper
Utopia of the pen and the paper. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Last freedom is the mind. Can’t control the mind completely. Always hope hiding somewhere. Utopia of the pen and the paper.… Continue reading
No mercy
No mercy dear Elizabeth She found me alone by the St Clair lake and she wore a silky red dress. I saw her from a distance and I watched her walk quickly… Continue reading
I want to dance with you tonight
(Easy life and quiet death-Sir Walter Scott) (We poets in our youth begin with gladness; but there off in the end despondency and madness- Wordsworth) I want to dance with you tonight Sober… Continue reading
The easy days
The easy days and the good days. On a cold days in the the grasp of the Bosnian Winter. I wrote your name in the snow. Jennifer, Jennifer, my Jennifer. I love… Continue reading
Mercy
Mercy ———————————————————————————————————————– The fallen man wanted nothing, the fallen man accepted his sadness. Once upon a life, he wanted everything. Love was near, great dreams were possible. Now the fallen man told his… Continue reading
Beautiful girl
Beautiful girl She danced a circle dance for the moon and the stars, her hair flowed freely in the warm nightly breeze. I told the kind moon, thank you for sending me the… Continue reading
“Passing through”
Passing through A poet and writer exchanging words and thoughts. The Coffee house poet told the writer, we can never win. Jack London once wrote, “The gods always win. Men believe they… Continue reading
“Looking for my Agnes”
Looking for my Agnes Hemingway wrote of his Agnes. A love, who saved him and left him. Hemingway learn. Love in war, just gifts of the survivors. We must go home. Took… Continue reading
“Blame not the kiss”
Blame not the kiss The pen and paper cannot give justice to your beautiful face. Words cannot describe the beauty of your eyes. The great moon don’t compare to you standing near me.… Continue reading