Bad to the bones and an outstanding George Thorogood song.
Bad to the bones….. (Written in 1989.) I’m going crazy. I don’t know which way is out or in.I have fell into too deep and I can’t see the light.Darkness took my heart… Continue reading
Tag Archive: life
No mercy. And a missed dear Duffy song.
No mercy. You found me alone by the St Clair lake and you wore a silky gray dress. I saw you from a distance and I watched you walked quickly toward me. I… Continue reading
Memorial Day poetry. My home is Northern Michigan.
My home is Northern Michigan. I sat by the Cherry trees of Michigan in Northern Michigan, and I remembered a good friend. He was not young; he served in the Army. 25 years,… Continue reading
Memorial Day poetry. Old Soldier.
Old Soldier A Story by Coyote Poetry Only Soldiers understand what another soldier had saw and felt. Strangers to war and violence cannot understand. When you are near death for too long. You appreciate… Continue reading
Memorial Day poetry. Isn’t no fucking good war.
Isn’t no fucking good war. A Poem by Coyote PoetryCan’t allow the hate and fear to overcome us. World been the same for a long time. Must dance and love. Never know when it… Continue reading
The madness train.
The madness train A Poem by Coyote Poetry Time to know what real pleasure is. Before it is too late. The Madness train… I’m twisted up. Hogties to bullshit. I’m strangled with useless… Continue reading
Fable love.
Fable love. I behold today the first warm day of Spring. I’m finding hope and energy in the new-born flowers and the new greenery of the forest. I have been swimming in the… Continue reading
One more cup of coffee. And an amazing Bob Dylan song.
One more cup of coffee. She was a California dream, in her eyes. You could see the great sea. In her voice, she could take away all my sadness. I went to her… Continue reading
Everyone is a river.
Everyone is a river, She sat in her bra and pantie, her bare feet moving and dancing in water of Lake Superior. I adored watching her and I traced her body with my… Continue reading
Needing and bleeding.
Needing and bleeding A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love teaches us many things. Mainly hold on tight and be kind. Needing and bleeding. I have lived and died in your arms. You were… Continue reading