Good whiskey, a old truck and a pretty woman..
Good whiskey, a old truck and a pretty woman near. A Poem by Coyote Poetry The good days are not forgotten. Good whiskey, a old truck and a pretty woman near… I was… Continue reading
Good whiskey, a old truck and a pretty woman near. A Poem by Coyote Poetry The good days are not forgotten. Good whiskey, a old truck and a pretty woman near… I was… Continue reading
Peace shall come, even it is, one by one… I was a soldier once and I didn’t paint the face of war. I attempted to forget the damn wars with the good drink,… Continue reading
Blinded. But not dead yet… (Old poem from 6 July 1993. Must go to the bottom of the barrel to be able to see the light. Now I see chances to do… Continue reading
Killed and killed A Poem by Coyote Poetry A true and sad story of the permanent wounds of war. Killed and killed On Friday night my father drank his rum when I was a… Continue reading
The sins of our father’s. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We can learn kindness from living and seeing hate and violence. Father’s eyes and anger… Is my Father’s eyes and anger.Are they mine… Continue reading
Sweet whispers of love… 1- The poet loved the softness of the flute, he adored the strength of the violin. He yearned to hear the music played by talented angels, making his mind… Continue reading
Please follow me and I will follow you… 1- She was my favorite girl in Monterey. She could paint her world and she wrote like Mark Twain. She was stubborn gal from Ohio… Continue reading
The dancer. 1- Lovely are the curves of a dancing lady who makes every step and movement, a event for our eyes and our mind. Around and around she moved in delicate steps.… Continue reading
War in my mind… 1- My jobs had took me apart. Piece by piece, skin by skin till I am just skin and bones. My face had become faceless and I have learn… Continue reading
I can’t bleed no-more. —————————————————————— In Austin, Texas Johnnie don’t cry no-more for love, he don’t look for things… Continue reading