You did not leave me my friend. A Veteran day poem.
You did not leave me my friend. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some scars cannot heal. We learn to live with them. … Continue reading
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What is real? What is not? Seek knowledge and learn what is true.
Poetry, my dear friends, is a sacred incarnation of a smile. Poetry is a sigh that dries the tears. Poetry is a spirit who dwells in the soul, who nourishment is the heart, … Continue reading
The midnight hour.
The midnight hours.. I knew when I met her near the sea. She was a dangerous endeavor. Her wild sea blue eyes and gentle voice, I could see the wild world in eyes… Continue reading
We need barefoot days.
We need barefoot days. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I need a warm day. We need barefoot days.. Prettiest girl in my world dances near Lake Huron. She ran to me with open arms… Continue reading
Don’t allow the world to make you beg.
Don’t allow the world to make you beg.. Can we be imprison by lies? Can we be locked away and forgotten? Don’t allow the liars into your mind, don’t allow the naysayers to… Continue reading
The pretty things, the dangerous things.
The pretty thing, the dangerous things.. Once I held treasure. We danced in the lost and found of seeking happiness. Once we were fearless and we knew laughter. We had Gypsy souls and… Continue reading
Russian Roulette.
Russian Roulette.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry In war. No-one wins. Just leftover men, just hollow men. Russian roulette… Beautiful young woman danced on a stage on the border of Austin Texas, moving like… Continue reading
The last man standing.
The last man standing. A Story by Coyote Poetry Talk of Nuclear war again. The foolish people thinking about using the nuclear weapons. Need to watch the movie. “Mad Max.” The last man standing… Continue reading
Damned if you do, damned if you don’t.
Damned if you do, damned if you don’t.. My friend told me. Be careful Johnnie. She is a feral cat. Can’t tame or keep in the house. She had ginger hair and eyes… Continue reading
Like this. Part three.
Like this 1- She found me by the willow tree by the lake. She asked me. Where is love? Where is the kindness? I brought her closer and I kissed her forehead and… Continue reading