Everyone is a river…
Everyone is a river A Poem by Coyote PoetryA poem, for new book, The Island. Everyone is… Continue reading
Everyone is a river A Poem by Coyote PoetryA poem, for new book, The Island. Everyone is… Continue reading
Lilac wine —————————————————————————————–She whispered, maybe, maybe not. Let’s allow the lilac wine, to write the story for us. ——————————————————————————————- Life is many colors, we can paint her black, we can paint her red,… Continue reading
Dead flowers —————————————————————————————————————————————- Once we tried to catch the wind. We loved the California fault line and the Pacific. She loved the black velvet whiskey and I loved her. I always brought her… Continue reading
The sweet Melody of love A Poem by Coyote PoetryWithout love. What do we become? The sweet Melody of love… We were lovers once. Your words upon a sheet of paper saved my… Continue reading
Texas bars and Texas woman… (A old poem written in 1993. When I roam the Texas as a young man.) The Doctor told me.“You are damn healthy.You must take care of your… Continue reading
Can return no more. A Poem by Coyote PoetryWords and actions can create closed bridges that can’t be repaired. Can return no more…. We can dwell in paradise,Swim in pleasure and sweet dreams.We… Continue reading
Torn Angel….. My broken Angel.Please smile for me.Stay with me at the sea all night. Your world has fallen apart.You don’t know right from wrong.Desperate acts had left you feelingdirty and insulated from… Continue reading
Truth or dare A Poem by Coyote PoetryTake no chances. Have no adventures. Truth or dare…. Life, my friend. A odd game that no-one can win.I do like the game of truth or… Continue reading
I couldn’t find you A Poem by Coyote PoetryWe need people to excite our imagination first. The flesh can forget. The mind yearn for more. I couldn’t find you…. Where are you my… Continue reading
Cigarettes, sweet wine and you A Poem by Coyote PoetryOld places become better with time Cigarettes, sweet wine and you…. I sat and waited with my Poet friend. I was the back-up Poet… Continue reading