The poet, the dancer and the artist.
The poet, the dancer and the artist. It was last warm days of Summer, the late August warm days were appreciated. Two men and one woman are drinking their coffee near the Port… Continue reading
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Memorial Day poetry. Isn’t no fucking good war.
Isn’t no fucking good war. A Poem by Coyote PoetryCan’t allow the hate and fear to overcome us. World been the same for a long time. Must dance and love. Never know when it… Continue reading
The payment is due.
The payment is due “Bacchus blessing are a treasure;Drinking is a soldier’s pleasure;Rich the treasure,sweet the pleasure;Sweet is pleasure after pain.”John Dryden I told the pretty Texas girl at the Belton, Texas dance… Continue reading
Hotel California.
Hotel California… I was station in California in 1992. After the war ending, I was blessed, a old dream came true. I was living on the California coastline. I had no debt and… Continue reading
The ballad of the angry woman. And a beautiful Mean Mary song.
(April is poetry month. New poetry number twelve.) The ballad of the angry woman. She was an unbounded lady sitting alone at Happy Hour in the Monterey Irish Pub. Long Island Ice Teas,… Continue reading
I wanted the Hemingway life and some photos/words.
I wanted the Hemingway life. I attempted and I learn. War is shit and love is everything. I saw war and destruction. Today I seek laughter and love. Hemingway was right. Woman, drink… Continue reading
The madness train.
The madness train A Poem by Coyote Poetry Time to know what real pleasure is. Before it is too late. The Madness train. I’m twisted up. Hogties to bullshit. I’m strangled with useless… Continue reading
Locked and loaded.
(War. What is it good for? Nothing.”) Edwin Starr. Locked and loaded. The old Soldiers knows. The madness of youth was the temptation of sweet wine and the fighting and dying for something… Continue reading
The human touch.
The human touch. A Poem by Coyote Poetry The easiest gift to give is concern, time and to listen. In a world of fast pace and little time. We must slow down and show… Continue reading
Isn’t no fucking good war.
Isn’t no fucking good war. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Can’t allow the hate and fear to overcome us. World been the same for a long time. Must dance and love. Never know when… Continue reading