We must pay attention-“Hell-bend highway”
Hell-bend highway A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some folks cannot be saved. My Brother is free Always torn and never content. Being a regular Joe was not so easy for him. Whiskey… Continue reading
Category Archive: poem
“Je t’aime”
Je t’aime A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Je t’aime- I love you You told me in Paris once. “Je t’aime my Johnnie.” Your words like sweet wine overtook my mind and… Continue reading
“The dance”
The dance A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words and photo coyotepoetrebloggedyosha (Thank you Tumblr) Follow The dance In the twilight of the day. We can dance to Lana Del Rey. You told… Continue reading
“The red dress”
The red dress A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good memory become better with time. The red dress The German summer nights were fair. The Summer festival were alive and well this night.… Continue reading
“Quiet echos and secluded places”
Quiet echos and secluded places A Poem by Coyote Poetry We will hold many penances for things done and missed. Quiet echos and secluded places The coffee shop poet told the young… Continue reading
“Everything”
Everything A Poem by Coyote Poetry A rewrite from 1985 Everything You were my wildflower dream. You were my wild dance and song, away from controlled life and wars I couldn’t win.I would… Continue reading
“The walls and the damn mirrors”
The walls and the damn mirrors A Poem by Coyote Poetry Can’t hide what we became when we see our reflection in the mirrors The walls and the damn mirrors My father… Continue reading
We will accept less and forget who we were
We will accept less and forget who we were. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just word We will accept less and forget who we were Mother Winter is here. I have driven 2500… Continue reading
“Dear Jenny”
Dear Jenny A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Dear Jenny Johnnie drifting in and out of the Irish Pubs in downtown Monterey. Looking for his red hair beauty. When the beer and… Continue reading
“Fire, the flame and you.”
Fire, the flames and you You are my river of joy. My muse in the mist of confusion. I have hurt myself often, set fire to my dreams and watched my hope fly… Continue reading