For Ben Johnson. Writer, Poet and actor.
For Ben Johnson. Writer, actor and poet. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Dryden introduced Ben Johnson to me. Writer, Poet and Actor. 1573-1637. To write To become a good writer. We must read… Continue reading
For Ben Johnson. Writer, actor and poet. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Dryden introduced Ben Johnson to me. Writer, Poet and Actor. 1573-1637. To write To become a good writer. We must read… Continue reading
Song of love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words and thoughts for today. I was reading the ancient writers today. Song of love Drunkenness in a reckless love, knowing the true fragrant… Continue reading
The simple rules A Poem by Coyote Poetry If we show respect to all people. Love the land. Led with kindness and love. This world would be a better place. The simple… Continue reading
No cure for love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime looking back. The bad days don’t seem so bad. No cure for Love. In the tar pits of blasphemy and disappointment. I… Continue reading
My beautiful Beatrice. A Poem by Coyote Poetry The ocean is near, no place to be and a beautiful Italian girl. Paradise for the lucky in love and life. My beautiful Beatrice.… Continue reading
Memory of a Mother (I was raised by my stepmother Sonja. A beautiful and wonderful lady who died too young.) Names given are earned. Not easy to become. You were a mother to… Continue reading
Quotes from London, Dryden and me. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I re-read Dryden and London yesterday. Here are some quotes and thoughts. Quotes from London, Dryden and me. “Marriage is dead, when… Continue reading
Trujillo — A story Trujillo My delusional mind and forsaken dreams seem so far away. I console myself with Honduras rum and roaming the discos and nightclubs. I’m fatigue from suffocating in… Continue reading
Whim an follies A Poem by Coyote Poetry Jack London book ” When Gods laugh” gave me some positive motivation. Warning This Poem is rated Mature and may contain material unsuitable for readers… Continue reading
No regret A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good people bless us with their time and friendship. No regret She was a Iron Mountain, Michigan girl. Eyes of golden brown, long legged and… Continue reading