‘Dead flowers’
Please don’t talk no-more Pretty lady crying and she whispered to her banished lover. Please speak no-more. Your words had turned worthless and meaningless. Your face from angel to the devil… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Poem
Open your eyes, Closed eyes cannot see
Africa hunger facts you need to know. An estimated 1.4 million children could die this year from famine-like conditions in South Sudan, Somalia, Nigeria, and Yemen, according to the U.N. children’s agency. 4… Continue reading
The Medicine wheel
Wisdom of the Medicine wheel I have been lucky. Many kind Native Americans took me under their wing and taught me how to find peace. At the Mall I went to the so-call… Continue reading
‘She kissed me once and once only’
She kissed me once and once only A Poem by Coyote Poetry I read the great Writer Jack London again. Gave me some positive motivation. You must read “When God laugh.” … Continue reading
‘Wildflowers dreams’
Wildflowers dreams (For Brigitte) A Poem by Coyote Poetry Once I was lost. A kind young woman saved me. Wildflowers dream (For Brigitte) Young love, first love, can expand too quickly.… Continue reading
‘Ann Arbor’
The drunken poet drank his Jack Daniel and cold tap beer in the Michigan tavern. A young man sat with and ordered a double of whiskey and lowered his head down and his… Continue reading
A safe place, a kind face, maybe?
A safe place, a kind face, maybe? Someone told the loneliest lady in the bar. Johnnie wanted to die alone, with Jack Daniel and Jim Beam as his only friends. She stood… Continue reading
A Prayer for me
—————————- A prayer for me Please friend, whisper a prayer for me. I had lived swimming in sin, gin and bad love. Today I’m barren and alone. A long time ago.… Continue reading
Make me believe
Pretty words Dangerous beautiful lady in her tight black dress and wearing chain of amethyst crystal upon her neck. Was my crystal once and she wanted it more than I did. She told… Continue reading
“Passing through
Passing through A poet and writer exchanging words and thoughts. The Coffee house poet told the writer. We can never win. Jack London once wrote. “The gods always win. Men believe they can… Continue reading