God going cut you down.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry (I have been listening to Neil Young and Johnnie cash tonight. Good song creates powerful poetry.) God’s going to cut you down (Johnnie Cash) I told the kids.… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Coyote Poetry
kindness and love.
Concern, kindness and love will come back to us. 1- Kindness and love A good life is giving without the need of reward. Listen and ask questions before your judging. All actions are… Continue reading
The Coyote spirit.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry Last dream is freedom. When it is gone. What is left?? Coyote spirit (In Native American Myth. The Coyote was the joker. Laugh at life and held no fear.)… Continue reading
The liar’s moon.
The liar’s moon. The Coyote was quiet tonight, tranquil night allowed him to recede to the deep tides of memory. The warm days of Spring always awoke the memory of his sweetest friend.… Continue reading
My Joan of Arc.
My Joan of Arc. She painted her make-up upon perfect skin. She turned to me and she told me, “I need my war face tonight, I rarely show my real face to anyone,… Continue reading
The crazy one’s.
The crazy one’s. Beautiful lady could make me laugh when she dances to her own song. She is my crazy one. My wildflower who knows open roads and can make the sad days… Continue reading
Cocoa Beach.
Cocoa beach. I received a phone call. Sweet Peggy called and asked. “Please come to see me. I live in Cocoa beach and I’m very lonely. I need a friend.” I heard in… Continue reading
Her garden.
Her garden. I loved her from a-far, she was a true beauty. She loved working in her garden and she loved her roses and her natural herbs. We would talk of Dryden, Donne… Continue reading
Nothing will last forever.
Nothing will last forever…. She sat alone. Her lingering tears falling down her beautiful face. I have told her often. Nothing last forever. Even the strongest love weakens to just memories of things… Continue reading
Dead man arms and a beautiful Bishop Briggs song.
Dead man arms… Once the bravest man on the block, he loved the darkest girl on the dead-end street. Her eyes, blackest eyes, he had ever seen. In the deadly days of his… Continue reading