Never love a poet.
Never love a poet. 1- Time will steal everything we known and what we loved. We will grow old and we will forget, once we danced, once we loved to sing and once,… Continue reading
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The stranger song.
Houses built on sand will sink. Love built on false hope will not endure. Desperate love, passionate love is just release for the sake of the body and not the heart. Just fragments… Continue reading
The willow tree.
The willow trees. Old poet told the girl. We must try to go back to where we were, if we can.The bright-eyed girl asked with wonder, dear poet, I come to you by… Continue reading
Iodine and an outstanding Leonard Cohen song.
Iodine A Poem by Coyote PoetryLeonard Cohen, poet of song. Iodine… For years I have swim in shit and I didn’t care. I dodged the longing, belonging and needy want of love. I learn… Continue reading
Hemingway’s whiskey.
Hemingway’s whiskey. Hemingway saw war, he loved, he drank and he danced with the pretty gals throughout the four corners of my world. I tried to follow his path, to seek knowledge, swim… Continue reading
The dance of Delia.
The dance of Delia. Chapter one. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry“Chapter one.” Tongue is Sea From the dark comes the lightFrom the words you write Light is energyLike your love for me Your spoken… Continue reading
Pretty Jen.
Pretty Jen. Was I running toward you or running from you?You were so damn pretty and so confused.I loved you once, in 1986 and we were just babies. We try to use-up every… Continue reading
I was condemned after I saw your face.
I was condemned after I saw your face. I was looking for the wide-open road and some kind of freedom. She sat alone on a barren road on the back road of Texas… Continue reading
Live, my friends.
Live. Live my friends. Dead men don’t complain, liars always lie. Sleeping men cannot see or feel. What is real and what is not? Took a war for me to learn to live.… Continue reading
So beautiful.
So beautiful A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poetry. Good dreams. So Beautiful.. (Written 6 April 1980) As beautiful as an early morning sunrise, as bright as a full moon that light up a… Continue reading