The heartstrings..
The heartstrings She poured the sweet red wine into her Grandparent borrowed wine glasseswith soft and tender hands. Her eyes of river blue looked into my eyes.He knew she was playing him… Continue reading
Category Archive: poetry
The coronation of love
Originally posted on Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm:
The coronation of love 1 Me embracing the diminished spring. Rotting the awry leaves. But my tears, have not the energy to relive…
Please show me your real face…
Please show me your real face… I became the Austin City dark poet in 1993. I would advice the young writers and do minor edit on their work. Many of the college kids… Continue reading
Come hell or high water..
Come hell or high water.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We must sink or swim. I recommend swimming. Comes hell or high water… Upstream… You were never easy, you were the day and I… Continue reading
Modern Rapunzels; Women Archetypes from FairyTales to everyday Life
Originally posted on Poetry of gems:
https://john-coyote.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/09/pexels-photo-10142750.jpeg Photo by Kseniya Kopna on Pexels.com Would you love her?If her hair fell freeLocks sway on her shoulderThe wind catches them boldlySunlight will invade themBrown blaze…
Spin the bottle..
Spin the bottle A Poem by Coyote Poetry The game of youth get used without our permission with old age. Spin the bottle.. Old man sat alone.Told me. “Damn if you do. Damn… Continue reading
It is cut and dried..
It is cut and dried. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old words still mean the same. It is cut and dried… Old man sitting at the Old Fox tavern.Drinking his rum and coke,… Continue reading
My lovely Beatrice, my kind muse by the sea..
My lovely Beatrice, my kind muse by the sea. A Poem by Coyote Poetry My lovely Beatrice, my kind muse by the sea.. Beautiful California for us to behold and we entered into a love… Continue reading
Misery and my whiskey..
Misery and the whiskey… I returned from the war in 1997 and I tried to find peace in the Long Island ice teas in the Belton Texas dance hall. I went early and… Continue reading
Go forward…
Go forward.. I told the young woman with tears in her eyes. Somedays are lonely and we can be scared. We believe we walk alone. Sometime we need to stop our life and… Continue reading