The lost generation. Chapter one.
The lost generation. Chapter one. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A hollow man cannot heal. He learn to accept more and less. The Lost Generation.. Part one. I was dream-writing again tonight. I believe… Continue reading
Angela.
Angela Her beauty had lessen with time.The circle of darkness surrounded her beautiful blue eyes.Lack of sleep and proper diet.Left her beaten, betrayed and dreams limited to daily survival.In her 21 years of… Continue reading
Sad brown eyes.
Sad brown eyes. A brown eye angel is crying in our bedroom for me. In a turmoil of a kind love. A paradise of burning emotion. You can create a strange prison. I… Continue reading
The poet’s eyes, the lover’s song.
The poet’s eyes, the lover’s song… A pretty lady glided across the room to me. Her eyes inflamed with the hunger for a dance, sweets words and some kisses.I told her. Dear Veronica,… Continue reading
Dear Jennifer, I am coming home to you.
A love letter to Jennifer.(I love the young dust, the falling sun touching and kissing the lake. Create a afterglow of light and darkness. The world seems to be at-ease when the sun… Continue reading
Naked we can be.
Naked. we can be. Naked we can be in the midnight hours,naked are we andmaybe we wear a veil over our face,a mask?When do we show our real face?When do we bare our… Continue reading
The memory of you, coffee and yesterday.
The memory of you, coffee and yesterday. The smell of coffee, ancient coffee shops and you. Blessed memories upon on old heart and mind. Once, you were my only fan. I wrote a… Continue reading
You were my Agnes in the messy world.
Once we held love over all things. I remember us. We disregarded the ending for the days and nights of love. I was your Hemingway and you were my Agnes. I remember you.… Continue reading
I want to dance with you tonight.
(Easy life and quiet death-Sir Walter Scott) (We poets in our youth begin with gladness; but there off in the end despondency and madness- Wordsworth) I want to dance with you tonight. Sober… Continue reading
Be a fisherman. Some photos.
Be a fisherman. I was taught by my father. A good day, is a family day fishing. Now I teach my grandchildren how to enjoy the Clinton River and how to catch fish.… Continue reading