Good to write “Poesy”
Poesy A Poem by Coyote Poetry Thank you Dryden for your poetry. Gave me reason to write today. Poesy (For Dryden) True Poets dodge the falseness of fame. They allow praise to… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Poem
“Barefoot dreams”
Barefoot dreams A Story by Coyote Poetry Good places and friends make distance places good dreams in old age. Barefoot dreams I met the Sergeant Major nightly at the Bowling alley, dance… Continue reading
“Lover, lover, Lover”
Lover, lover, lover A Poem by Coyote Poetry Leonard Cohen song gave me reason to write. Burning desire Locked doors. Protected by the whispers of Leonard Cohen songs in the background. Love was… Continue reading
“The beautiful journey”
The beautiful journey A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words and beautiful photo ninjakelleySource:(Thank you Tumblr) The beautiful journey You have became my journey. I trace your skin from tender feet to… Continue reading
Locked and loaded
Locked and loaded A Poem by Coyote Poetry War. What is it good for? Nothing. Locked and loaded The old Soldiers knows. The madness of youth was the temptation of sweet wine… Continue reading
My Christmas prayer
My Christmas prayer A Poem by Coyote Poetry A Christmas poem My Christmas prayer Christmas is coming. The bless day of Jesus birth. I pray all people can learn the lessons of… Continue reading
“Break me and make me feel alive”
Break me and make me feel alive A Poem by Coyote Poetry Need to find new limits and places. The new dances make the old memories seem less painful. Break me and… Continue reading
“Dreaming of Scotland
Dreaming of Scotland A Poem by Coyote Poetry For a sweet woman. I won’t forget. Dreaming of Scotland She was as pretty as a picture. Fate had brought her to me… Continue reading
Secret places and hidden wishes
Secret places and hidden wishes A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life and love is never fair. We don’t get what we need. We get what we deserve. Secret places and hidden wishes… Continue reading
“Just words”
Just words A Poem by Coyote Poetry Write, write and write some more. Our words outlast our memory. There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and… Continue reading