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
(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
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. “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. 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 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
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
Two guitars. I hurt myself today. I wanted to bleed real blood, and I called you and I told you, my love. I have forgiven you and I haven’t forgotten you. If you… 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
The last time I saw your face, my kind friend. I remember. When we are blessed with youth and vinegar. We don’t know. We have few mentors and people who shall love us.Today,… Continue reading
