The gospel told by a common man. 2026 version.
The Gospel told by a common man A Poem by Coyote Poetry World is going crazy. USA need to reset our goals. Mask men roaming the USA create chaos. Why? The Gospel told by… Continue reading
No takebacks my friend.
No takebacks my dear friend. Young man in the dark tavern told the bar Poet. I broke a woman heart, and I spoke cold and heartless words. I should have never said. The… Continue reading
The boardwalk.
The boardwalk. The dancing Lake Huron surround us, you are barefoot walking and your eyes of wonder, studying the lake. I tell you, I love the simple days when we can feel the… Continue reading
Bad behavior and a beautiful Amanda Shires song.
Bad behavior. Loveliest lady in Port Austin. She waited for no-one on the long pier into Lake Huron. I adored her auburn hair and her wild hazel eyes. She would find me sitting… Continue reading
The rising sun, the falling moon.
The rising sun, the falling moon. “Save someone and you will save yourself, Save many and you shall learn peace.” Prettiest lady, I have ever seen, she danced with the Lake Superior waves.… Continue reading
I need a warm Spring Day. A Spring flower.
A Spring flower A Poem by Coyote PoetryA poem for my story- Poet’s love A Spring flower. Was a Spring flower.So tall and so beautiful. Was a Spring flower.That reached for the sky.The sky… Continue reading
The shadows are dancing.
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 of the… Continue reading
Lovers in Paris.
Lovers in Paris. She whispered to me, “O my love, O my love. Make me feel alive. I plucked a rose for us today and I told the red rose. Where had my… Continue reading
Remembering Phil Ochs and some poetry. SOS.
SOS.. 1- When a poet cries, he cried alone. He writes his tears to paper and allow them to be settle into a journal. Sometime madness can find us, and we forget to… Continue reading
Please just one more day.
Midnight toll. 1- We shall pay the midnight toll, where the sin, the gin and the skin always needs more. Where strangers begin friends, where friends become strangers. Under an cloudless night, two… Continue reading