Deserve
Deserve Father told me often, we get what we deserve. I played the bastard well and the darkness overtook my life. He turned to me and he whispered. Something we can’t be… Continue reading
Deserve Father told me often, we get what we deserve. I played the bastard well and the darkness overtook my life. He turned to me and he whispered. Something we can’t be… Continue reading
The shadows are dancing She told me, dear poet. Your love isn’t dead, your love is sleeping. She was a perfect North Dakota girl dancing with a Michigan boy in the city… Continue reading
(Drunk man calling A Poem by Coyote Poetry Funny how we remember faces and places when alcohol open the door to memories.) Drunk man calling It is 3 am in the… Continue reading
(Why do we write story and poetry? A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old wise saying. “Nothing good to say. Say nothing.”) Poetry, my dear friends, is a sacred incarnation of a… Continue reading
Nothing left to lose I lay in the silence of the deadening silence. All my dreams dead and buried when you left me alone. You were my savior and my killer.… Continue reading
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Dear Clinton, Michigan You told me often, love wasn’t enough. The heart become too hidden with time and age. —— California wasn’t enough, I called you my beautiful Jenny and I told… Continue reading
Rage and pain, illusion and deceit. Love born than died. —- Slender shoulders kissed. The nakedly dance, the midnight hour splendor —— Captured, unrestrained, taunts and torment. Imperfection enshrined. John Castellenas/Coyote
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A RECIPE FOR DISASTER With all of the hatred That breathes and grows by the day Along with all of the racism That spreads and poisons all in…
(Five short poems. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words.) War The war is over, the guns locked away, the soldiers are resting. Youth and eyes burned out by war, No-one won. ——————————————————————————————… Continue reading