Locked and loaded.
(War. What is it good for? Nothing.”) Edwin Starr. Locked and loaded. The old Soldiers knows. The madness of youth was the temptation of sweet wine and the fighting and dying for something… Continue reading
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Sin, whiskey and Lake St. Clair. And one of the great songs.
Sin, whiskey and Lake St. Clair. 1- I told my lovely Detroit gal, I need kisses tonight. I am leaving tomorrow for a faraway war. I need to remember my beautiful Detroit girl… Continue reading
Write, write and write some more.
Write, write and write some more A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Words are powerful. They create tears, laughter, happiness and sadness. Without the great word-men and word-women. What would we know and understand?” … Continue reading
Contained love.
Contained love A Poem by Coyote Poetry If we forget the people we held precious. We can lose them forever. Contained love. She had a heart of gold once. She held patience near… Continue reading
The white wolf and the raven.
The white wolf and raven dance. 1- Nocturnal life she wanted. But the raven befriended the quiet white wolf. She wanted quiet, she tried to forget. The screams of the dead. They murdered… Continue reading
Miss you, need you dear Ann Arbor.
Miss you, need you dear Ann Arbor. I am drinking alone beautiful Jenny. Somehow, I forgot where Ann Arbor was and I am so damn lonely. I have called you at midnight, every… Continue reading
You are my poetry, my dearest love.
You are my poetry my dearest love. I was a soldier, wandering the world seeking adventure and I learn. One day, I was alone. I learn, if you escape home for a long… Continue reading
Time is a cold-hearted thief. And a amazing Nick Cave song.
I do; dear I do. Once I knew the sea, once I knew the mountains and once I roamed deep into the forest. And once I knew the sweetness of true love. I… Continue reading
We were young once.
We were young once. “We poets in our youth begin with gladness; But there off in the end despondency and madness.” Wordsworth “Soldiers rest! Thy warfare o’er, Dream of fighting fields no more:… Continue reading
A naked woman.
A naked woman A Poem by Coyote Poetry A naked woman (A wise artist once said. To see a nude woman is more wonderful then 1000 beautiful paintings in… Continue reading