It is cut and dried…
(My father in 1995.) It is Cut and dried. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old words still mean the same. It is cut and dried… Old man sitting at the Old Fox tavern.Drinking… Continue reading
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Angela…
Angela A Poem by Coyote Poetry We can fall so low and deep. Need someone to pull us up to see daylight. Angela… Her beauty had lessen with time.The circle of darkness surrounded… Continue reading
She kissed me once and once only…
She kissed me once and once only A Poem by Coyote Poetry I read the great Writer Jack London again. Gave me some positive motivation. You must read “When God laugh.” She kissed… Continue reading
Pathfinder…
Pathfinder A Poem by Coyote Poetry We look in many places for what we need and want. Most times what we need is in front of our face. “ Pathfinder… There are many way… Continue reading
She was a cruel one…
She was a cruel one… Love left me empty and alone. I had accepted the circumstances with ease. Jack Daniel and Black velvet kept me safe and in the shadows of the Austin… Continue reading
Beautiful Laura sat by the sea…
Beautiful Laura sat by the sea A Poem by Coyote Poetry Beautiful places and things can’t be forgotten. Beautiful Laura sat by the sea… I sat in a field of wildflowers.The scent of… Continue reading
I don’t remember how you look..
(Dreams can become nightmares. Nightmares can become sweet dreams one day.) I don’t remember how you looked… I don’t remember how you looked. Your eyes were blue, maybe hazel green? Your hair golden blond or maybe… Continue reading
Addiction to love…
Addiction to love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Need to have many dances and know a whole lot of laughter. Life is to be lived. Addiction to love.. True love.Foolish love.Tantalizing dances into… Continue reading
Expand and multiply…
Expand and multiply A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old wise tale. Old man with a heavy load was asked. Why did he carry so much? He smiled and told them. Life expand and multiplies.… Continue reading
She danced by the light of the candles…
She danced by the light of the candles…. Sitting by the bay.Watching the sun fall into the sea. I’m a street poet of the night. I wear Army greens in the day. I’m waiting for… Continue reading