I want to love you like..
I want to love you like.. I want to love you like we are babies just learning to love. I want you to undress with the lights on, allowing me to see your… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Coyote Poetry
Dying, lying and you..
Dying, lying and you.. Last house near the lake, was our place to rest.We were Gypsy hearts and Irish coffee mornings. We would find the sea often, for we loved the whiskey, deadly… Continue reading
The easy days and the good days…
The easy days and the good days.. On a cold days in the grasp of the Bosnian Winter. I wrote your name in the snow.Jennifer, Jennifer, my Jennifer, I love you. I left… Continue reading
We shall live, we will know tears and laughter..
We shall live, we will know tears and laughter.. Hello March, the cold Winter is almost done.I am far-away from where I belong.Once, Spring was the days of rebirth and new hope. I… Continue reading
What hold value?
What hold value? I told the busy man. A controlled and organized life. It will leave you wanting for things lost and cannot be found. Must stop, drink some coffee and spend time… Continue reading
My Joan of Arc..
My Joan of Arc.. She painted her make-up upon perfect skin and she turned to me and she told me . “I need my war face tonight. I rarely show my real face… Continue reading
Knuckles red, knuckles bleeding..
Knuckle red, knuckles bleeding… (Today Johnnie is angry. Sometime I feel like my father. I am just a observer of the ugly world.) His knuckles red, his knuckles bleeding. My father fought and… Continue reading
Two out of three ain’t bad..
(Johnnie in Monterey- 1992.) Two out of three ain’t bad…. I was sitting alone in a Austin tavern in 1996.Drinking long Island ice teas.Trying to get blinded. A old man dressed poorly ordered… Continue reading
Mercy and forgiveness my friend. We need.
Mercy and forgiveness my friend. We need. A Poem by Coyote PoetryNeed mercy and good friends to survive this life. The Quality of Mercy The quality of mercy is not strain’d.It droppeth as the… Continue reading
Come hell or high water…
Comes hell or high water… Upstream… You were never easy, you were the day and I was the night, never stopping to keep our promises made.You were my sun and I was the… Continue reading