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
Tag Archive: life
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
When I am done.
When I am done. I became the old man who waiting for no-one. Once I wanted everything and now. I need little. I wonder where do the old soldiers go? When they are… Continue reading
Vinegar and sweet wine.
Vinegar and sweet wine. Did I thank you my beautiful and sweet Brigitte?I’m leaving on plane very soon for my real home.You came back into my life to say goodbye.You are sitting between… Continue reading
Scars, we do have.
Scars, we do have.. The saddest gal in Monterey asked me. You make me laugh when I want to cry, you make me smile when I want to disappear. You hold my hand,… Continue reading
Bad to the bone.
Bad to the bones.. (My new puppy Sergeant. He is bad to the bones too.) (Written in 1989 rewritten today) I’m going crazy. I don’t know which way is out or in.I have… Continue reading
Highway 80 is calling me.
Highway 80 is calling me. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I’m tire of same places and faces. I need the road. Highway 80 is calling me. I’m tire, so damn tired. Somehow I… Continue reading
My dear Ojibwa grandmother chant.
My dear Ojibwa Grandmother Chant My dear Ojibwa Grandmother with sad eyes would chant songs of ancient times.I still can hear them in sweet dreams where I was safe and free.I remember baby… Continue reading