Your heart is as black as the night- part three
Black as the night… I told her. Everybody knows you have a black heart and I know more than most. You smell like like wildflowers in the early Spring and you talk so… Continue reading
Black as the night… I told her. Everybody knows you have a black heart and I know more than most. You smell like like wildflowers in the early Spring and you talk so… Continue reading
Love is like a hammer… I left Michigan in 1991 and I sat in the Jazz club at 12 pm, trying to write a poem. The Jazz man was playing the songs, so… Continue reading
I’ll take care of you In the dead of long night, our wandering mind find things lost and cannot be found. Old Johnnie sitting alone in the Jazz bar and he is drinking… Continue reading
Maybe yes, maybe no?… I been hiding in the highway 35 taverns for three months. Started drinking early in the morning and writing till darkness, the happy hours blues poetry. Once I was… Continue reading
You are my Spring. A Poem by Coyote Poetry The days of Spring are near You are my Spring… You told me. I love you and I told you. I love you more. I… Continue reading
We were young once… “We poets in our youth begin with gladness; But there off in the end despondency and madness.” Wordsworth “Soldiers rest! Thy warfare o’er, Dream of fighting fields no more:… Continue reading
Teach hate or teach love? A Poem by Coyote Poetry My evening thoughts. When we teach our children love and hate in the same conversation. Did we teach the children well? Hate and love… Continue reading
“I loved the hard climb, the untouched path. I listen for the flowing river and I go to her. Rarely do I see people. I sit with the trees, the free animals and… Continue reading
“This is the way the world ends. Not with a bang but a whimper..” T.S. Eliot “My grandfather told me often, one day, the teacher will become the student. The student will become the teacher.” “Once my dear grandmother… Continue reading
If you go away…. We didn’t know, kind love was near, we didn’t know. Love blossom like a flower, appeared in the Spring of our life and can be forgotten in the Fall… Continue reading