A May-day poem.. The trees…
The trees A Poem by Coyote Poetry I had a tree poem in my head for weeks. I hope it is worthwhile to read. Trees.. BY JOYCE KILMER I think that I shall never see… Continue reading
The trees A Poem by Coyote Poetry I had a tree poem in my head for weeks. I hope it is worthwhile to read. Trees.. BY JOYCE KILMER I think that I shall never see… Continue reading
I want to know you.. Invisible whispers and silence photos they give me remnants of who you are. Do you know me? I believe woman are more layered than men. Rarely does a… Continue reading
My great love A Poem by Coyote Poetry True love is rare. Hold on tight. Doesn’t always last forever. My great love…A Poem by Coyote Poetry (Pain of love lost must disappear into the… Continue reading
Spin the bottle A Poem by Coyote Poetry The game of youth get used without our permission with old age. Spin the bottle.. Old man sat alone.Told me. “Damn if you do. Damn… Continue reading
The dance of the Gypsies. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love, song and dance, blood and the road. The dance of the Gypsies.. I was in downtown Cologne, Germany in 1979.Watching dark eyes… Continue reading
The karma of love A Poem by Coyote Poetry When we are young. We waste the gift of love. The Karma of Love.. Written on 5 March 1985 I remember when the sparkles… Continue reading
The Angels don’t cry for me. A Poem by Coyote Poetry A very old poem. I learn you can’t be forgiven. Just to live with the foolishness. The Angels don’ cry for me… The… Continue reading
Why are you still here with me? Sometime you are so far away from me. I see your sad eyes filled with fear and disappointment. You lay your head into my chest. You… Continue reading
My last stand will be in New York City… I want to go to New York City.Sit on a park bench where Leonard Cohen sat with Joplin.Whispering stories of things to come.I wonder what… Continue reading
1- The Violence Sea… Anger eruptThe blind open their eyes. Men on high horses.Tells us more stories to blind us. Entangled and enraged we try to see.We can’t see above the bullshit. Rich men in big houses.Tell… Continue reading