Cold steel.
Cold steel A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poem (1980) with a rewrite. Anger can lead us to hell. After the pits of hell. Can’t get worst? Cold steel Baby, I told you.Ain’t no… Continue reading
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A dance with death.
A dance with Death. (If you are lucky. We get warnings to change our ways. Years ago, I was trying to drink myself to death. A beautiful woman changes my direction. Spirits with… Continue reading
The lover, a soldier prayer.
The Lover, a Soldier prayer. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Soldier goes off to War. Need kind and sweet memories to keep them human. The Lover (A soldier prayer) Poor boys and men.Roads led… Continue reading
Are we crazy the people of this world?
Are we crazy the people of this world? A Poem by Coyote Poetry I worry for the children. What will be left for them? (The white people think we do not know their value,… Continue reading
So cold.
So cold… She came to me at midnight and she gave me whiskey kisses and kind words. I whispered to her. I need to taste your skin, I need to know you wild… Continue reading
The should of, the would of. Some photos of my garden.
1- Once, I saw everything in your eyes. You whispered to me, your dreams of Big Sur and climbing Mount Rainier. I was thankful my kind friend. You loved me. 2- Like this.… Continue reading
A safe harbor.
A safe harbor… I saw her sitting alone on a park bench. She had a suitcase near her and she watched the sea. She was a pretty girl with sad eyes. I went… Continue reading
The madness, we knew.
The madness, we knew.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some Big Sur poetry. The madness, we knew… You loved the whiskey, you love the sin and you loved the long ride. You wanted the… Continue reading
I knew. We were running toward and escaping love touch in the same second.
I knew we were running toward and escaping love touch in the same second. ( If we do not kiss. Will I miss the kiss?) I went to Ann Arbor looking for a… Continue reading
The flight of love.
The flight of love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love is very tender. We must walk softly upon the premises of how love need reminders. Forgotten and undeclared love can fade away to banished… Continue reading