Merry Christmas. Please call the people you love.
(Two brothers who committed suicide before their twenties birthdays. One in 1988 and one in 1989.} “A sad one. If you feel death is more important then life. Please call me. Maybe I… Continue reading
Category Archive: poetry
Spare me your stories and sleazy words…
Spare me your stories and sleazy words. (2 March 1986) I awoke alone. I reached out and brought a ghost of a lover back into my arms. In my sensuous and tranquil dreams.… Continue reading
A dance with death….
A dance with Death. (If you are lucky. We get warnings to change our ways. Years ago I was trying to drink myself to death. A beautiful woman change my direction. Spirits with… Continue reading
Don’t look at me with disappointment…
Don’t look at me with disappointment. A Poem by Coyote PoetryBe real, be fearless and be strong. Seek the things, you love. Don’t look at me with disappointment…. Don’t look at me.Don’t give… Continue reading
The serene stillness…
The serene stillness…. Busy life, work and no play Johnnie. He learn life is more than seeking money.In the serene stillness, he remember his daughter laughter, her love of butterflies. He remember the… Continue reading
Hoàng Xuân Sơn | A D D I C T E D (12)
Amazing poetry shared.
Teach hate or teach love?….
Teach hate or teach love? A Poem by Coyote PoetryWe must set the example for the children. Lead with love, concern and kindness. When we teach our children love and hate in the same… Continue reading
Please tell me a story…
Please tell me a story… Lovely lady watching the sun rising from the east. Her wandering mind is dancing upon yesterdays deeds and today possibilities. I asked her. Pretty woman, please wrap your… Continue reading
Jealous of the night….
Jealous of the night…Johnnie drinking the lime, cranberry juice and vodka. Kind bartender allowed him needed silence and she ensured his drink was top-off. He loved Monday night at the Stray Cat inn. … Continue reading
Mercy, mercy me….
Mercy, mercy me… We were Long Island ice teas and long talks.We were free-climbers of the free mountains and we loved dancing with the Pacific.You were the most beautiful woman, I ever seen.… Continue reading