The sea and the chess game.
The sea and the chess game. Old Poet set-up the chess game and I opened the bottle of tequila.The old man had few friends. People see an old man with no-place to go.They… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Friendship
Already broken. A Tela, an Honduras story.
Already broken. Oldest and most tire man in Michigan escaped to find something lost. He remembers an Auburn hair with a silky voice, the whiskey nights and the Soldier’s liar prayer. He gave… Continue reading
Memorial Day poetry. At peace, at last.
At peace, at last… (Sometime war killed the soldier slowly.) The Soldiers gave him a 21-gun salute.Only young and old Soldiers came to say goodbye.Old Sergeant Major finally drank himself to death.35years a… Continue reading
The haunting echoes and dangerous dreams. And an amazing song.
The haunting echoes and the dangerous dreams. (April is poetry month. New poetry number twenty-two.) 1- I told the morning, yesterday is gone and today is here. I go to my garden and… Continue reading
The sea and the painter.
(April is poetry month. New poetry number sixteen.) 1- She told me on a warm summer day near the Monterey Bay. I like living alone. It is my kitchen; it is my garden.… Continue reading
A good day to be alive.
Friendship? A good day to be alive my friend. A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Each day is a opportunity to do something good.” A good day to be alive my friend (Can you… 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
Go forward.
Go forward. I told the young woman with tears in her eyes. Somedays are lonely and we can be scared. We believe we walk alone. Sometimes we need to stop our life and… Continue reading
The wolf and the raven dance. And music by the beautiful Harp twins.
The white wolf and raven dance. 1- Nocturnal life she wanted. But the raven befriended the quiet white wolf. She wanted quiet, she tried to forget. The screams of the dead. They murdered… Continue reading
Mercy and forgiveness.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Need mercy and good friends to survive this life.” The Quality of Mercy The quality of mercy is not strain’d.It droppeth as the gentle rain from heavenUpon the place… Continue reading