We are, what we leave behind.
We are, what we leave behind… I remember the most beautiful woman I have ever known. She was a Ojibwa woman who lost everything and she kept her human emotions of kindness and… Continue reading
Tag Archive: life
The dance of emotion.
The dance of emotion A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is fair. We must give to receive. The Dance of Emotion. A sweet angel was waiting on the bed for me.Her skimpy negligee… Continue reading
Blood laced pen.
Blood laced pen. Fight or flee? love or hate? stay or go? Laugh or cry? I wonder what Hemingway remembered in his last moment. Did he remember war or the face of Agnes?… Continue reading
A new Halloween tale. Lestat’s coffee shop conversation.
Lestat’s coffee shop conversation. Was a quiet San Diego night. I read my poetry at a poetry reading next to the Lestat’s coffee shop. I read an old poem. ” Bitter branches Old… Continue reading
The human touch.
The human touch. A Poem by Coyote PoetryThe 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 the… Continue reading
The ashes and the fire.
The ashes and the fire… My dearest love, my serene memory. I remember us. We loved the midnight hours, locked door and to be 3 am wild and free. The German Winter made… Continue reading
Truth or dare.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry Take no chances. Have no adventures. Truth or dare. Life, my friend. A odd game that no-one can win.I do like the game of truth or dare. I… Continue reading
The midnight hours.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry Great thoughts come to us in the midnight hour. Wishes for a sweet hello or some knowledge of the kind people in our life, If they are okay? … Continue reading
Texas bars and Texas women. (Adult reading.)
Texas bars and Texas women. (A old poem written in 1993. When I roam the Texas as a young man.) The Doctor told me.“You are damn healthy.You must take care of your self.”… Continue reading
Miss you, need you dear Ann Arbor.
Miss you, need you dear Ann Arbor… I am drinking alone beautiful Jenny. Somehow I forgot where Ann Arbor was and I am so damn lonely. I have called you at midnight, every… Continue reading