When my war is over.
When my war is over. I haven’t been right, maybe I won’t be right again, I left war and war found me. Friends’ faces are hanging with me, a heavy sadness. My friends,… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Coyote Poetry
Je t’aime- I love you. And a beautiful song by dear Lara Fabian.
e t’aime- I love you You told me in Paris once. “Je t’aime my Johnnie.” Your words like sweet wine overtook my mind and heart. Today I remembered you. Dark brown eyes and… Continue reading
So cold. And a beautiful Mean Mary song.
So cold. She came to me at midnight and she gave me whiskey kisses and kind words. I whispered to her. I need to taste your skin; I need to know you wild… Continue reading
Dangerous world and a song from wonderful and beautiful Paloma Faith.
A dangerous world. ( April is poetry month. New poetry number thirteen.) 1- Palestine, Lebanon, Ukraine, Sudan, Myanmar, Iran, Nigeria and more places. The children live with death near. At any time. Bullets… Continue reading
Dear Andrea.
Dear Andrea. I remembered dear Andrea. A lovely Michigan gal once was kind to my young heart. I wrote into a notebook. “Time has pass us by, old wounds don’t hurt so badly.… Continue reading
Leave the light on and a beautiful Beth Hart song.
Leave the light on. Been one year now. We said goodbye on a cold Winter Day, and I remember I told you. I will leave the light on, my love. You have a… Continue reading
The ballad of the angry woman. And a beautiful Mean Mary song.
(April is poetry month. New poetry number twelve.) The ballad of the angry woman. She was an unbounded lady sitting alone at Happy Hour in the Monterey Irish Pub. Long Island Ice Teas,… Continue reading
The hills and the Apache.
The hills and the Apache. A Poem by Coyote Poetry “An old poem when I was seeking who I was. Written in 1992.” The hills and the Apache. I had a bottle of good… Continue reading
The word man.
The word-man. A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Need people to desire peace before we cross a line of no return.” Many years ago. In 1991 to 1993. I would read my poetry on the coastline of California. … Continue reading
Just might.
Just might. She gave me a kind smile as we danced the Texas two-step. She told me in my wanting hears. Dear Johnnie. People are foolish. They long to stay and long to… Continue reading