Unwashed memories…
Unwashed memories.. At the Purgatory Inn in Austin, Texas. No-one seek to save you, no-one is seeking salvation. Just leftover people finding peace in the whiskey and the sad country songs. Pretty Sally,… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Coyote Poetry
The sunflowers reaching for the sky..
Sunflowers… The world was yellow and beautiful for a time. The sunflowers plants were reaching for God and the sun was shining. The gift of nature showing us. Sunflowers plants can heal the… Continue reading
Where have the Ojibwa gone..
“Only when the last tree has died and the last river has been poisoned and the last fish been caught will we realize we cannot eat money.” “Treat the earth well: it was… Continue reading
Empty cups and a beautiful Maren Morris, Amanda Shires song.
Empty cups.. In another lifetime. We danced, we drank and we loved. Once filled cup became half-empty and we accepted less. Once we entwined our dreams and lives. Now strangers, we became. Today… Continue reading
Bad behavior and a beautiful Amanda Shires song.
Bad behavior.. Loveliest lady in Port Austin. She waited for no-one on the long pier into Lake Huron. I adored her auburn hair and her wild hazel eyes. She would find me sitting… Continue reading
The last man standing…
The last man standing A Poem by Coyote PoetryNot a happy story. A story to create logic and questions my friend. The last person standing… (This is the way the world ends … Continue reading
Damn you my lovely lady midnight..
Damn you my lovely lady midnight… I didn’t know, we didn’t know. We would crash and burn. You told me. Love had turned ugly, love had turn to blackness. Please Johnnie, dance with… Continue reading
One tin soldier and a beautiful Tosha Hill song.
One Tin soldier.. I have become a vulgar man. Once I had a young heart. Love didn’t darken my heart, love didn’t darken my mind. Life did. He told the mirror in the… Continue reading
A beautiful flower in Winter, you are.
A beautiful flower in the Winter, you are. I watched you dance alone to the morning song. You make me smile and I know. You are my Winter flower in the days of… Continue reading
The Big water. The Michigan great lakes.
The Big water.. 1- The stirring of the quiet night wake my sleeping spirit. I have roamed into the deep forest seeking some sort of peace. The grey owl watched me with his… Continue reading