Sacrificial meal…
Sacrificial meal.. She was a tall, long legged Texas girl and she gave me a coy smile.Somehow I caught her attention. I knew, a pursued man are just cattlewaiting to be slaughter. She… Continue reading
Sacrificial meal.. She was a tall, long legged Texas girl and she gave me a coy smile.Somehow I caught her attention. I knew, a pursued man are just cattlewaiting to be slaughter. She… Continue reading
Everything A Poem by Coyote Poetry How much do we truly need? Everything.. If I lost everything. Would I become afraid? We live in a time. Where needing more and more is the… Continue reading
The untold story.. I have wore a necklace of pig skin rope and white crystal for 35 years. My most prize thing I keep now, upon my neck. Once a celestial beauty, we… Continue reading
The word-man. (Need men of woman to write the truth. Thank you for Hemingway, Kosinski, Twain and Nevil Shute. They wrote about the truth. The word-man must leave the truth behind. Maybe someone… Continue reading
The dance..Love is a wild dance.Make us hold on tightly deep into the midnight hour.Holding the embrace and honoring the sweet kiss.The breaking dawn begin to create separation.The once perfect dance because distance… Continue reading
God A Poem by Coyote Poetry God is in our heart. In what we say and do. God is not found in the church. It is how we look at life and how we… Continue reading
The gray whale… Empty bottles of tequila and whiskey sitting on the floor. Unshaven man stared at a empty walls. He is sitting at a small table. On the table a 30/30 rifle… Continue reading
My Joan of arc.. Dear beautiful poet, please write on my bare skin, I love you, I love you. Please let’s lay bare and pray. The night will be never-ending. You and me,… Continue reading
Some days are better.. Old age had taught me.Bad days become less painful andstruggles make us solid people. I raised four children.Strong and beautiful.I learn the value of life.Children at your feet, laughter… Continue reading
The Chelsea hotel A Poem by Coyote Poetry I went to New York a few times. I stayed in the Park and wrote poetry in the day and drank in the dark taverns at… Continue reading