Ribbons and bows.
Ribbons and bows. Once I plunged into work and making money.I was led by the natural order of life.Working till one day I was truly alone. Ribbons and bows in a beautiful girl… Continue reading
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My father’s war.
My father’s war… A Poem by Coyote Poetry queerest 1 a : differing in some way from what is usual or normal : odd, strange, weird “How queer it seems,” Alice said to herself,… Continue reading
When the drinker prays.
When the drinker prays. Once brave man, once soldiers, once business man and now a grandfather. He watched his world fall into madness and he pours three fingers of Gentleman Jack. Once he… Continue reading
Old love.
Old love. She called me at midnight and she whispered. Johnnie, Johnnie. Do you remember me? I am so damn lonely tonight and please Johnnie. Can I come to you tonight? I told… Continue reading
Easy on my mind.
Easy on my mind. She had heard too many useless words spoken and she needed a friend. She was a North Dakota gal, tall, long and so beautiful. She told me on a… Continue reading
One more cup of coffee .
One more cup of coffee. She was a California dream, in her eyes. You could see the great sea. In her voice, she could take away all my sadness. I went to her… Continue reading
The song of May. And an amazing Leonard Cohen song.
The song of May. I am taking the train to Basel. Dear Alexandra is waiting in the city of wonder for me. She found me on the poetry site and she told me.… Continue reading
Parable of Celia.
Parable of Celia She sat alone by the peaceful lake. Her pale legs and bare feet being sun-kissed by the late Spring sun. She was wearing a sundress of white showing soft and… Continue reading
Stand for the freedom of speech. Utopia of the pen and the paper.
Utopia of the pen and the paper. A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Last freedom is the mind. Can’t control the mind completely. Always hope hiding somewhere.” Utopia of the pen and the paper.… Continue reading
A fallen angel.
A fallen angel. In the lair of the fallen angels. Old men talk of fleeing love, old war and missed faces. I joined the club at a young age. Bad decisions, dead brothers… Continue reading