In Monterey….
In Monterey A Poem by Coyote PoetryWe can try to escape. Sooner or later the memory will catch up with us. In Monterey… I called you to tell you I was all right. … Continue reading
Category Archive: poetry
Forgive me.. Written in 1978…
Forgive me A Poem by Coyote PoetryI don’t believe forgiveness can be given. Time is the healer. Written in 1978. Forgive me… Please forgive me for what I did to you. I’m sorry I… Continue reading
Peace….
(My adopted children in Honduras 1997. All adults and standing strong.) Peace A Poem by Coyote PoetryWritten in 1980. Hope for peace had chance then. What happen to the dream? Peace… (A old… Continue reading
The madness train…
The madness train A Poem by Coyote PoetryTime to know what real pleasure is. Before it is too late. The Madness train… I’m twisted up. Hogties to bullshit. I’m strangled with useless things. I can’t… Continue reading
“The Remaining Beautiful Sculpture” – Nayana Nair
Originally posted on it rains in my heart:
. The houses are all empty, the roads deserted,the remaining beautiful sculptures,in the overgrown lawns of this plastic world,have no eyes and no intent to…
Some older poetry- Well oiled machine.
Well oiled machine… I love you like a stranger,my lips touching your lips,my body feeling the heat of your flesh. As I hold you close,I don’t feel the hunger to enter you.I… Continue reading
The whore bath…
The whore bath A Poem by Coyote PoetrySometime we must listen, think and make wise decisions. More liars than kind people running our world. The whore bath…. Large shining teeth, an large man with loud… Continue reading
Anger….
Anger….. Sometime I want to hurt someone. Smart and wise-ass faces tempt you with comments and useless words. People with no kindness or loyalty for anyone demand your time and duty. Tire and drowning in personal problems. Yearning for… Continue reading
Hope Full (poem and dance)
Originally posted on my inspired life:
Gifted with fabric and thread, she wasn’t just weaving material into museum-worthy displays, she was weaving a life transformed, stitched together with gold strands of hope, that…
No take-backs my dear friend…
No take-backs my dear friend… Young man in the dark tavern told the bar Poet. I broke a woman heart and I spoke cold and heartless words . I should of never said.… Continue reading