“My small books of thoughts”
My small books of thoughts A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. My small books of thoughts What will I leave? Have I lived a complete life? A life filled with days… Continue reading
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My lover
A million stars to see my lover A Poem by Coyote Poetry All of us begin strangers. A wise man had many friends and family by his side. (Live fast. Died young. Be… Continue reading
“Jennifer”
Jennifer A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. I found the poem in a 25-year-old journal. Had to re-written. Jennifer I called my Jennifer from the pay-phone in downtown Monterey in early… Continue reading
“Cigarettes, whiskey and you.”
Cigarettes, whiskey and you A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words coyotepoetrebloggedmahafsoun mahafsoun Cigarettes, whiskey and you I told you. My flawed and imperfect love. Destine places for the forgotten are the many… Continue reading
“The Stranger song”
The stranger song A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words The stranger song Pretty lady asked her old lover. When did we become strangers? Once we talked, danced and sang the whole night… Continue reading
“Barefoot dreams”
Barefoot dreams A Story by Coyote Poetry Good places and friends make distance places good dreams in old age. Barefoot dreams I met the Sergeant Major nightly at the Bowling alley, dance… Continue reading
What have we done?
What have we done? A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words What have we done? I was raised with the Vietnam war alive and well. I joined at 17 years old in 1975. … Continue reading
Your face
Your face I love you, my beautiful woman. When I look into your eyes. I feel so small and loved. You are my wildflower dreams and my nightly sweet wish. Silk and satin… Continue reading
A witness to life
Witness to life A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Witness to life I told people with my writing for many years. If the wars, don’t stop. War will come to our… 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