Love and hate- Written in 1978…
Love and hate A Poem by Coyote PoetryA old poem from 1978. Youth allowed the mind to ponder without fear of failure. Love and hate… Sitting by the Monterey bay alone.Thinking about a… Continue reading
Love and hate…
Love and hate A Poem by Coyote PoetryI wrote this back inn 1993. Young woman wanted everything and nothing. I told her life is long and hard. We must try to be kind. … Continue reading
Wasted words and lonely nights…
Wasted words and lonely nights. A Poem by Coyote PoetryThe lessons of love are taught to harden or soften the heart. Wasted words and lonely nights… I found her sitting alone in the corner of… Continue reading
Translation of Caoineadh Airt Uí Laoghaire
Originally posted on literature-ish:
(Following on from this post) I My steadfast love, you!The day I saw youAt the market house,My eyes took heed of you,My heart took a liking to you,So I…
Are You Okay?
Originally posted on I Speak. You Read.:
ARE YOU OKAY? THESE THREE WORDS WE SHOULD SAY TO EACH OTHER EVERY DAY SPECIFICALLY, THOSE WHOSE LIFE IS IN DISARRAY AND THE ONES WE DEEMED…
Thank you for the dance…
Thank you for the dance… Once, by the sea. We confessed love to each other and to the Pacific ocean. Once, we danced. Danced for the moon and for the stars above.… Continue reading
Open the door dear lover…
Open the door my dear lover…. I told the bartender at the Downtown Austin tavern, I was born sick. My mind twisted and wrong. I was born poor and now I have enough.… Continue reading
Love don’t live here no-more…
Love don’t live here no-more…. Us, living in a liar’s grave.We can’t see no-more.Once we spoke love words, we listen, we pay attention.Now we are laying in a shallow grave.Waiting for someone to be… Continue reading
Come away with me…
Come away with me A Poem by Coyote PoetryLove need quiet, love need reminders. Come away with me…. We loved the cigarettes, the Johnnie Walker and the good songs. You were North Dakota born,… Continue reading
Beautiful Alexia Evellyn song- Lakota Lullaby… A poem too.
December morning… The days of December are here. Kind earth is resting and we must become Winter people. The fire are burning and grandfathers must become the story tellers. He must entice the… Continue reading