Are we crazy the people of this world?
Are we crazy the people of this world? A Poem by Coyote Poetry I worry for the children. What will be left for them? (The white people think we do not know their value,… Continue reading
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Wisdom gained in a long life.
Wisdom gained in a long life. When we are born.Even the poorest of people have opportunities. Outcasts and poor folks seem to work harder.They appreciate every small or large victory.They grasp books and… Continue reading
I drink the whiskey, I write and I remember.
I drink the whiskey, I write and I remember… I chased her, she chased me. We didn’t know we were just babies reaching for a miracle. I drink the whiskey now, I write… Continue reading
So cold.
So cold… She came to me at midnight and she gave me whiskey kisses and kind words. I whispered to her. I need to taste your skin, I need to know you wild… Continue reading
The should of, the would of. Some photos of my garden.
1- Once, I saw everything in your eyes. You whispered to me, your dreams of Big Sur and climbing Mount Rainier. I was thankful my kind friend. You loved me. 2- Like this.… Continue reading
The Texas two-step.
The Texas two-step.. 1- A pretty gal asked me to dance in Belton, Texas. I asked her. Are you a college gal? She smiled and she told me. I am thirteen and I… Continue reading
A safe harbor.
A safe harbor… I saw her sitting alone on a park bench. She had a suitcase near her and she watched the sea. She was a pretty girl with sad eyes. I went… Continue reading
The madness, we knew.
The madness, we knew.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some Big Sur poetry. The madness, we knew… You loved the whiskey, you love the sin and you loved the long ride. You wanted the… Continue reading
I knew. We were running toward and escaping love touch in the same second.
I knew we were running toward and escaping love touch in the same second. ( If we do not kiss. Will I miss the kiss?) I went to Ann Arbor looking for a… Continue reading
The flight of love.
The flight of love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love is very tender. We must walk softly upon the premises of how love need reminders. Forgotten and undeclared love can fade away to banished… Continue reading