It is cut and dried.
It is cut and dried. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old words still mean the same. It is cut and dried. Old man sitting at the Old Fox tavern.Drinking his rum and coke… Continue reading
It is cut and dried. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old words still mean the same. It is cut and dried. Old man sitting at the Old Fox tavern.Drinking his rum and coke… Continue reading
Dead ends. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Time for all of us to think and do the right things. Before it is too late for us and nature. Dead ends. Brothers told no-one… Continue reading
She kissed me once and only once. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I read the great Writer Jack London again. Gave me some positive motivation. You must read “When God laugh. She kissed… Continue reading
Whim and follies. I told her. Sometimes good to go slow.Men will eat and eat, not stopping to taste or digest the food.He will forget to cherish the taste,the gentle touch and the… Continue reading
(We are just bones/flesh and blood waiting to be turn to dust.A Poem by Coyote PoetryWhy do we live? I believe a wise person lived celebrating every new born day.) We are just… Continue reading
What men do? A Poem by Coyote Poetry The leaders of this government must be held responsible. What men do? ” Mothers should negotiate between nations. The mothers of fighting countries would agree. … Continue reading
I told the kids. Hate is heavy sin and make us feel no good. Leave us dead in the heart and the mind. When you are dead. What is left? God’s going to… Continue reading
The sheep and the wolf. The man lifts his bottle of cheap wine,telling the passing people.“You can’t go back after the words are spokento cut down a sweet love.”The old man didn’t ask… Continue reading
Mercy, forgiveness and save the children. (April is poetry month. New poetry number twenty-one.) 1- Mercy. Today a very hard world for so many. War, hunger and sickness is everywhere. No place is… Continue reading
Two steps from hell. (April is poetry month. A re-write. Number eleven) In a dark Gypsy carnival years ago. A beautiful Gypsy woman told me once. You are two steps from hell. Hell… Continue reading