Everybody knows.
Everybody knows A Poem by Coyote Poetry I awoke pissed off today. Then my Poet of music Leonard Cohen set me off to describe my emotion. (I borrow a few lines from Leonard Cohen.Sometime we need to learn emotion… Continue reading
Category Archive: poetry
0 Comments
The sweetest things.
The sweetest things A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is simple. Respect people. Religion should be private. Stay positive. The sweetest thing I have seen so many mysteries and seen so much beauty. I swam… Continue reading
I remember you.
I remember you. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime we must return to the beginning. To find the missing person in the mirror looking back. I remember you. The summer days were long.The splendor of the blue skies… Continue reading
Softly we shall go.
Softly we shall go. Softly we go, you and me. We had danced in many dangerous storms and we want more. Baby sweet, honey, my love. We need shoeless days, we need to… Continue reading
The dance of the Gypsies.
The dance of the Gypsies. A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Love, song and dance, blood and the road.” The dance of the Gypsies. I was in downtown Cologne, Germany in 1979.Watching dark eyes beautiful women dancing and singing on the… Continue reading
Mercy. We more kindness. Less anger.
Mercy A Story by Coyote Poetry (A sad poem. We need more friends. More kindness.) Mercy. Young black man, 22-year-old.He sat alone and ate alone in the mess hall for many days.I watched him… Continue reading
Three poems for love.
Two short poems for love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I’m learning to write poems without being epic. 1- Savior.Sweet blue eyes girl told me.“You ask for so little.We have so much to… Continue reading
Sunday lovers.
Sundays lovers Me and you lost in cotton sheets. The sun sneaked into the room, and you bring your body closer. You whispered. It is Sunday morning, and we have no place to… Continue reading
Souvenirs.
Souvenirs A Poem by Coyote Poetry “The odd things we hold special in old age.” Souvenirs. An old box filled with simple gifts.Shiny stones from the Big Sur.Seashells from the coast of Europe.Many photo… Continue reading
In the valley of the Devils and the Angels.
In the Valley of the Devils and the Angels. I have played the sinner.Danced in the sweat and passion ofliar’s emotions. Made so many promises.I couldn’t keep. I told bloody lies to undress beautiful… Continue reading