Write, write and write some more…
Write, write and write some more… What would this world be without words? The ancient writers wrote of war and love without fear.Many of the great writers were damn for their thoughts.I’m thankful… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Coyote Poetry
Utopia of the pen and the paper…
Utopia of the pen and the paper. In the sixties. There was a good dream.We support to be working 32 hours a week and enjoying art, poetry and music by the year 2000.The… Continue reading
The midnight dance. Three little poems..
1- Rage and pain,illusion and deceit.Love born than died.—- 2- Slender shoulders kissed.The nakedly dance,the midnight hour splendor—— 3- Captured,unrestrained,taunts and torment.Imperfection enshrined. John Castellenas/Coyote
Wednesday five little poems…
(Five short poems.A Poem by Coyote PoetryJust words.) 1- War..The war is over,the guns locked away,the soldiers are resting.Youth and eyes burned out by war,No-one won. ——————————————————————————————2- Miss you..I’m missing you,I whispered to… Continue reading
Turn, turn, turn…
Turn, turn, turn… The old poet sang a lullaby.Sensual woman whispered to me once.Come live with me and be my lover andI will be your salvation and you will be my rock to… Continue reading
The sins of our father
( My father and daughter in 1997. He died three months later.) A Poem by Coyote Poetry We can learn kindness from living and seeing hate and violence. Father’s eyes and anger.. Is… Continue reading
Killed and killed..
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. He would come and wake… Continue reading
My last stand will be in New York city.
My last stand will be in New York City.. I want to go to New York City.Sit on a park bench where Leonard Cohen sat with Joplin.Whispering stories of things to come.I wonder what… Continue reading