‘Dead-end’
Dead ends A Poem by Coyote Poetry Time for all of us to think and do the right things. Before it is too late for us and nature. Dead-ends Brothers told… Continue reading
Dead ends A Poem by Coyote Poetry Time for all of us to think and do the right things. Before it is too late for us and nature. Dead-ends Brothers told… Continue reading
Grandfather’s rose bushes My grandfather loved his roses. He would care for them and ensure they survived the Winter. He was a story-teller and he loved his story of the roses.… Continue reading
The twisted dance of love. Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. A rewrite from December, 1988. The twisted dance of love (Written in 1988) I lay beside you in… Continue reading
Break me, make me believe I want to be here. This is the place I need to be, Pretty lady. Break me, make me believe in you. Make me believe in the… Continue reading
Forget me not —- She told me, flattery will get you everywhere, please make me feel loved and wonderful. I need someone, to be their, everything. Even if just sweet lies, dear… Continue reading
My Grandfather house (First written on 14 March 1982. Rewritten 29 December 2015) Time has moved too quickly. I have growth from a small lad to an old man. I… Continue reading
Folly Dead men don’t weep no more, stagnant life lead to deluded ending. Pretty things can hide the hidden truth, nothing gain-nothing lost. we can ascend and we can fall, Echoes… Continue reading
Hey brother, hey sister I remember young men and women. Living, loving, drinking and dancing. Living life fearlessly without regret. Hey brothers, hey sisters. I remember you. We were hopeful, foolish and… Continue reading
Once upon a time I found you at the mall walking and I kept a distance from you. I was just looking at a sweet dream lost, I wondered did you remember… Continue reading
The rising sun I sat in the New Orleans in 1996. I liked New Orleans, hard time and hard days couldn’t kill her spirit. I drank whiskey with old men and pretty… Continue reading