Dreams don’t die. Can be heard by wise people in the gentle wind and never forgotten. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Can’t allow war to blind us from peace. Guns and hate will close… Continue reading
Two out of three, ain’t bad. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Lonely are the people who wasted love and friendship. (Johnnie in Monterey in 1991) Two out of three ain’t bad…. I was sitting… Continue reading
A wild bird…. I saw the fear in her eyes.She told me that “I love you.I need you.” But I’m afraid.Afraid of losing myself in a emotionwhere I won’t be able to escape.… Continue reading
Pieces of April…. My dreamland beauty, she comes to my mind in early April. The cold of Winter almost gone and I remember our Spring time kisses, our Spring time dances with Lake… Continue reading
The nightingale song A Poem by Coyote Poetry A Native American tale I was taught and I teach my grandchildren. … Continue reading
The old man blues… A black wind is touching my face, neither sadness or happiness can I know. I ain’t cold, I ain’t warm. I am just alive. Once a misty eyes beauty… Continue reading
Falling backward… I liked California. Made me think and drink less. I never understood the California girls. They wanted to figure out the messy world and you can’t. The taverns in California were… Continue reading
Hell-bound I am and the whiskey tasting better…. Once saintly man found sin, whiskey and the drinking songs. He and Hank William Jr. sing nightly in Belton, Texas together. The one-handed bartender make… Continue reading
The Coyote song, lest we forget… A Poem by Coyote Poetry Beautiful Joni Mitchell and some words. Lest we forget… Lately the days have become slower and I want less. Once the wild… Continue reading