The stranger and the poet song.
The stranger and the poet song. Houses built on sand will sink. Love built on false hope will not endure. Desperate love, passionate love is just released for the sake of the body… Continue reading
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Everybody knows. 2026 version. Please remember Renee Good.
Everybody knows A Poem by Coyote Poetry I awoke pissed off today. Then my Poet of music Leonard Cohen set me off to describe my emotion. (I borrow a few lines from Leonard Cohen.Sometime we need to learn emotion… Continue reading
You were my Tijana Radeska and I was your Doc Holliday.
You were my Tijana Radeska and I was your Doc Holliday. We loved to argue; we love to wrestle till we fell into secret kisses near the Lake St. Clair. You were so… Continue reading
I had a dream; I had a good dream.
I had a dream; I had a good dream. A Story by Coyote Poetry My dream poetry. Dryden, Donne, Hemingway, London, Kosinski, Bukowski and Ben Jonson came to me in my dreams last night. … Continue reading
Art and words.
The first song of The Odes, handwritten by Emperor Qianlong, along with a painting. (Photo credit: Wikipedia) Art and words A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Art is poetry for the eyes.” Art and words. In ancient China.… Continue reading
The sea.
Old Poet set-up the chess game and I opened the bottle of tequila.The old man had few friends. People see an old man with no-place to go.They do not sit with him, play… Continue reading
Why do we write story and poetry?
Why do we write story and poetry? A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Old wise saying. “Nothing good to say. Say nothing.” Poetry, my dear friends,is a sacred incarnation of a smile.Poetry is a sigh… Continue reading
The Iron Mountain song.
The Iron Mountain song. A Story by Coyote PoetryJust some words. The Iron Mountain song. I have finished my journey, and I drove to Iron Mountain. Been 30 years since I saw her face… Continue reading
Dear Florence.
I took the midnight train to Florence, the days of Spring were coming to a ending. I loved the Germany Spring, and I needed dear Florence again. The city of Florence stole my… Continue reading
Please read, read and read 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