One of my favorite songs and some words.
Lay lady lay A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some 4-5 line poetry. A effort. Lay lady lay — She peeled her clothing off slow and easy like a stripper tempting a wanting man.… Continue reading
Category Archive: poem
The fable love
Fable love I behold today the first warm day of Spring. I’m finding hope and energy in the new-born flowers and the new greenery of the forest. I have been swimming in the… Continue reading
We are born to die and we were born to live
We are born to die and we were born to live A Poem by Coyote Poetry New poetry. For my missed father. We are born to die and we are born to live… Continue reading
“The Raven and the Coyote”
The Raven and the Coyote A Story by Coyote Poetry A story. Some of my Ojibwa heritage coming out. The Raven and the Coyote The Raven watched the moon. Her interest awoken… Continue reading
“Strangers, trains and planes”
Strangers, trains and planes A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some people can’t be held down. Freedom is too valuable. Strangers, trains and planes She called my from Paris. She whispered I will be… Continue reading
“The sweetest things”
The sweetest things A Poem by Coyote Poetry The simple things my friends make life worthwhile. The sweetest things I have seen so many beautiful places and I have walked on places… Continue reading
“The heartstrings”
The heartstrings She poured the sweet red wine into her Grandparent borrowed wine glasses with soft and tender hands. Her eyes of river blue looked into my eyes. He knew she was playing… Continue reading
“Blindfolded and weightless”
Blindfolded and weightless I watched your tone and beautiful legs move on the dance floor. Legs that make a man beg for mercy before he had sins. Your short skirt showed silky… Continue reading
No mercy dear Lizzie
No mercy dear Lizzie A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. No mercy dear Lizzie You found me alone by the St Clair lake and you wore a silky gray dress. I saw… Continue reading
“Dead man stew”
Dead man stew A Poem by Coyote Poetry When greed and hate run the world. Our leaders are making a dead man stew. No-one will victor. Dead man stew Poor man is… Continue reading