I needed a California poem. “Big Sur and Alisa Fineman”
Big Surf and Alisa Fineman A Poem by Coyote Poetry A beautiful song bird of the California coastline. Big Sur and Alisa Fineman I put two brothers into graves in 1988-1989.… Continue reading
Big Surf and Alisa Fineman A Poem by Coyote Poetry A beautiful song bird of the California coastline. Big Sur and Alisa Fineman I put two brothers into graves in 1988-1989.… Continue reading
Missing pieces I saw the great storms. 15,000 Soldiers standing their ground. They were willing to fight and die for old Glory. I stood with my friends and we were waited for the… Continue reading
Her beauty has not blinded me She roamed like a old tom cat. Wearing her black clothing like a mask. She tied her hair up into a tight knot. She don’t look boyish.… Continue reading
My lady My lady, I still cry out in sweet dreams your name. So long since our lips had touched. I still wish upon a star, to be able to look into your… Continue reading
Ashtrays, whiskey and the pen I loved downtown Austin, Texas. No-one is a stranger. Just people seeking good booze, music and opportunity. I like the comfort of a cigarette, Jack Daniels and time… Continue reading
Ojibwa Grandmother chant A Poem by Coyote Poetry I lost my Ojibwa Grandmother in 1981. I tried to be like her. Children must know freedom and not be afraid of life. Ojibwa… Continue reading
She had Angels wings upon her back Her long auburn hair rolled down her long slender back. The tattoos Angel awoke secret dreams and nightmares. Her tattoos rolled down from soft neck to… Continue reading
A woman, like you. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Few people can bring you from self made hell. When a sweet woman offer a soft hand and love. Even the dead can be… Continue reading
You are in Paris and I’m here A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words and thoughts. You are in Paris and I’m here I hurt myself again today and I allowed… Continue reading
Memory of a Mother (I was raised by my stepmother Sonja. A beautiful and wonderful lady who died too young.) Names given are earned. Not easy to become. You were a mother to… Continue reading