Purgatory Inn and no place to go..
Purgatory Inn and no place to go….. I have the long Island ice tea fresh and cold.Bartender keep them coming.They love the big tippers.Purgatory Inn is open early and closes late.Safe place for… Continue reading
Category Archive: poetry
The Cadence of my Non-Compliance
Originally posted on Tea & Transparency:
I was mistaken, misled even – thanks to misinformation. I was misunderstood. I misrepresented the misuse of my misery. I mistreated myself – misruled the misfit fighting…
Angels, muses and sirens…
Angels, sirens and muses A Poem by Coyote PoetryJust words. Angels, muses and sirens… I was near death often in my life. I learn Death isn’t an enemy. We must be born and die,… Continue reading
Poem: Conches
Originally posted on White Cat Grove:
We avoid each other, don’t we? Curl into our interiority, conches in separate universes on the sea floor, soft and blind in our rooms. Perhaps it’s a…
They Claimed to Know Me – Written April 1999 (Aged 24)
Originally posted on The Boy Behind The Glasses. Poetry and Writing :
They Claimed to Know Me they claimed to know me but, in my memory they were filed under the category of, ‘missed’…
My lovely Beatrice. My muse by the sea.
My lovely Beatrice. My muse by the sea. A Poem by Coyote Poetry My lovely Beatrice. My muse by the sea…. Beautiful California for us to behold and we entered into a love for the… Continue reading
Father’s burdens…
Father’s burdens. A Poem by Coyote PoetryMy father taught me to appreciate laughter and woman. Father’s burden…. (My father was a Ojibwa/Mexican man in 1950 USA. He never allowed anyone to look… Continue reading
I used to be…
I used to be…. A man is telling me of all his many deeds and accomplishments.I smile and listen.Pretend I care. I don’t believe in talking about the past.Today I am who I am.What… Continue reading
TOO LONG WE BOTH HAD WAITED
Originally posted on – MIKE STEEDEN –:
TOO LONG WE BOTH HAD WAITED the Garde du Nord was franticthe night I took the sleeper eastmy destination Budapestdreaming you might fly in from Nice…
Passing through….
Passing through…. A poet and writer exchanging words and thoughts. The Coffee house poet told the writer. We can never win. Jack London once wrote. “The gods always win. Men believe they… Continue reading