Bridgette wrote..
Bridgette wrote.. Painted words are what the writer understand. Wisp and grasps of sweet dreams are the last myth of emotions for love and words. Dead writer in the Winter of his life.… Continue reading
Tag Archive: life
For my brother. Written in 1988.
( April is poetry month. Poem number five. I found a old journal from 1988. This poem was never published. Old words, old sadness. Become leftover pain, we learn to live with.) For… Continue reading
The lucky or the crazy?
The lucky or the crazy. A Poem by Coyote Poetry “I lived on the coastline of California for three years. No better place to be. “ The lucky or the crazy? We danced… Continue reading
The dance..
The dance A Poem by Coyote Poetry Many kinds of opportunities for the dance. A wise person is fearless in life. If you take no chances. You won’t know what you could of done… Continue reading
Fool’s wish and lover’s hold on..
Dreams can become nightmares. Nightmares can become sweet dreams one day. Fool’s wish and lover’s hold on. (Written on 19 April 1985) I remember when I rushed home to fall into your arms.We… Continue reading
Cherry Wine and a beautiful Hope Winter song.
Cherry wine.. Once my life was better. I had yearly family reunions, kind voices to give me strength and I could accomplish anything. I didn’t know. Life is ever-changing. Today my folly, today… Continue reading
What is ugly? What is beautiful?
What is ugly? What is beautiful? He watched the pretty artist on the Monterey pier. He brought her coffee and a salad. He sat and he wrote words for no-one. “What is ugly?… Continue reading
The coyote and the raven dance..
The Coyote and Raven dance… The coyote was dancing for the half-moon, he moved and weaved into the deep forest and he knew. His beautiful friend was watching him celebrate the night. The… Continue reading
Ain’t no fucking good war..
Ain’t no fucking good war. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Can’t allow the hate and fear to overcome us. World been the same for a long time. Must dance and love. Never know when… Continue reading
Never trust a man or women, who doesn’t drink..
I was a soldier once and I painted my face to the face of war. Now I attempt to forget the damn wars with the good drink, the kind women and the ancient… Continue reading