One of my favorites-Bad to the bone
Bad to the bones A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good music took me to good days and places. Bad to the bones (Written in 1989 rewritten today) I’m going crazy. I don’t know… Continue reading
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California poetry-Run with the wind
Run with the wind. Dance with the sea. A Poem by Coyote Poetry When life make us sad. Need to find reason and purpose. Run with the wind. Dance with the… Continue reading
_Bare and true
Bare and true A Poem by Coyote Poetry Few times in a life. We open up to another and show them the real person. Bare and true She was a noble beauty… Continue reading
-I called your name
I called your name A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words and good music. I called your name Beautiful lady is weeping for me. I departed for unknown destination. I didn’t know. First… Continue reading
_Broken promises and forgotten places
Broken promises and forgotten places A Poem by Coyote Poetry A wise man accept responsibility for his actions. Broken promises and lost places I remembered we had dreams of being barefoot in… Continue reading
New York city light chapter 7-8. New chapter
The New York city lights-Set-up and conversation. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A new chapter. The New York city lights Me and Dorthy were left alone. Our friendly bartender and the manager… Continue reading
NewYork City lights chapters 4-6
New York city lights A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Part four of my time in New York. New York city lights- The trip with Dorthy I left Fort Dix, New Jersey on… Continue reading
_I wanted everything and I needed nothing
I wanted everything and I needed nothing. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Youth is the sweetest wine. No fear of failure and fearless in the game of love. I wanted everything and… Continue reading
_Drunk man calling
Drunk man calling A Poem by Coyote Poetry Funny how we remember faces and places when alcohol open the door to memories. Drunk man calling It is 3 am in the morning.… Continue reading
Let’s drink and pray for more
Let’s drink and pray for more A Poem by Coyote Poetry Let’s drink and pray for more Wild child danced alone on Austin Dance floor. Barely old enough to be in the… Continue reading