A song of forever.
A song of forever. A song of forever, she didn’t want to sing. She had shunned love and she wanted endless night, loud music and her colorful cotton dresses. She was my hippy… Continue reading
Category Archive: poetry
Better to be a friend then be standing by a casket saying a final goodbye. Too late for forgiveness.
(Two of my brothers who committed suicide. One in 1988, one in 1989.) Too late for forgiveness A Poem by Coyote Poetry A sad one. If you feel death is more important then life.… Continue reading
Two steps from hell. Part two.
Two steps from hell. Part two A Poem by Coyote PoetrySeek the good roads, seek the kind people. Two steps from hell- part two. The walls. Damn the prison we create, damn the voices,… Continue reading
Two steps from hell. Part one.
Two steps from hell. Part one. In a dark Gypsy carnival years ago. A beauty Gypsy woman told me once. You are two steps from hell. Hell is easy, seeking peace is the… Continue reading
Things lost, things found.
Things lost, things found. My scattered memories reappear in wild dreams. I remember forgotten face, I remember forgotten places and I remember the last conversations with great people, I have known. Things lost,… Continue reading
Legacy, some little poetry.
Legacy, some little poetry. 1- The Monterey tavern poet sat alone and beautiful Eleanor sat with him. Her eyes seeking his face, her eyes seeking his voice. He asked her, dear Eleanor. What… Continue reading
The old soldier.
The old soldier. Some of us had learn. The simple things are so damn sweet. The laughter of children, holding hands with love one’s and dancing in the dark with a pretty lady.… Continue reading
Let’s drink and pray for more.
Let’s drink and pray for more. Wild child danced alone on Austin Dance floor.Barely old enough to be in the dark taverns of Downtown Austin.Her wild eyes searched for what she needed. I… Continue reading
Please swirl me one more time and an amazing song.
Please swirl me, one more time. 1- She told him. Please don’t forget me my love. Tonight, we dance with the sea near and the sound of the ocean is our needed song.… Continue reading
The world is crying. Old words, same meaning.
The world is crying A Poem by Coyote Poetry I found this poem in a old book. It is 43 years old. (Please do not forget Renee and Alex. Please remember the cities under… Continue reading