Originally posted on The Cultural Reverence:
Powerful and worthwhile words shared. The Cultural Reverence When Synecdoche is a Shambles there are songs of murder on the lips of men… we speak in whole and parts, and dive deep into… Continue reading
Originally posted on marcellocomitini:
https://john-coyote.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/09/amo-le-donne.jpg È alla mia Catherine che dedico questi versialla sua femminiltà alla sua capacità di scrivere e dipingere Cerco l’amore delle donne, le più bellele più dolci, le più…
Come away with me…. We loved the cigarettes, the Johnnie Walker and the good songs. You were North Dakota born, now California blessed. I would massage your wanting skin every night and I… Continue reading
I want to fall in love again… Last year man prayed to Selena, the moon goddess on a warm Fall night. He told her, near the dancing Pacific ocean. The drunk man is… Continue reading
Originally posted on Scribbled Verse:
https://john-coyote.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/09/heritageday.jpeg South Africa: Heritage Day 2021. The Winds of Africa. A poem by Afzal Moolla. I am the winds of Africa. I am the winds whispered to by…
Bang, bang…. I met her at the Stray Cat lounge. She sat alone and her eyes were deadly and hazel green. The bartender told me. Johnnie, she is a wild cat. Can’t tame… Continue reading
Two shots of happy, one shot of sad…. I painted pretty pictures for us, I made landscape of perfect and beautiful places. But we danced on the thread of real words. We were… Continue reading
I am here… Loneliest man in the bar, drinking alone. He told the smoking cigarette and the empty whiskey glass, you knew the ending at the beginning. A soft hand touched his shoulder,… Continue reading
Delia A Poem by Coyote Poetrylove can be sweet.. Love can damn us (The name Delia is of Greek origin. The meaning of Delia is “visible”. It is also of English origin, where its meaning… Continue reading
We were young once… “We poets in our youth begin with gladness; But there off in the end despondency and madness.” Wordsworth” Soldiers rest! Thy warfare o’er, Dream of fighting fields no more:… Continue reading
