What is left? The dead will not rise.War steal the best from us.Who remember the people in the mass graves? Children cry, Soldier die Old friend you were killed in Iraq.So far from… Continue reading
I will Never left Michigan again. Years ago. I visit 40 countries. Drank wine in Basel and Paris, I danced in the streets of Florence, and I read poetry at Hyde Park in… Continue reading
The loveliest girl in Monterey. The loveliest gal in Monterey,she hated love and disliked men who begged for attention.I was the midnight poet, and I would go to her shop in the mini… Continue reading
If it be your will. I saw her sitting alone with a small child. Pretty auburn hair and hazel eyes. Soft tears were falling her eyes and I went to her. I asked,… Continue reading
My father’s war… A Poem by Coyote Poetry queerest 1 a : differing in some way from what is usual or normal : odd, strange, weird “How queer it seems,” Alice said to herself,… Continue reading
Imagine A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good to wander and imagine a better place to be Imagine. “A Poet is one who believes and one who cannot bring himself to believe” Tadeusz Rozewics… Continue reading
Should have loved you more. He left love doorway 2,500 miles away. The hardest and coldest man, he loved the whiskey and he loved the taverns. He loved the darkest days and he… Continue reading
Fallen Angels. In the lair of the fallen angels. Old men talk of fleeing love, old war and missed faces. I joined the club at a young age. Bad decisions, dead brothers and… Continue reading
(My grandparent.) Sanctuary of love and kindness. Old friends have left me. Warm and safe houses are gone. Friendly and kind words are missed. Old faces with smiles and with always an open door went… Continue reading
The misery and the whiskey. I returned from the war in 1993, and I tried to find peace in the Long Island ice teas in the Belton Texas dance hall. I went early… Continue reading
