The fingerprints and an outstanding Leonard Cohen song.
The fingerprints. I washed the blankets and I washed the sheets. I opened the Window wide and the damn cold air awoke my memory of you. On a September night in the Fall,… Continue reading
The fingerprints. I washed the blankets and I washed the sheets. I opened the Window wide and the damn cold air awoke my memory of you. On a September night in the Fall,… Continue reading
Knuckle red, knuckles bleeding. Knuckles red, knuckles bleeding. My father fought and fought, wars that could not be won. He told me in his drunkenness state. He told me. I killed and I… Continue reading
I should have loved you more. He left love doorway 2,500 miles away. The hardest and coldest man, he loved the whiskey and he loved the taverns. He loved the darkest days and… Continue reading
For the wonderful days of Spring. The days of Spring are here and the kind birds are singing their morning song. I meet the morning sun, and I tell the sky. Thank you… Continue reading
Dead ends. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Time for all of us to think and do the right things. Before it is too late for us and nature. Dead ends. Brothers told no-one… Continue reading
The Damns and the foolishA Poem by Coyote Poetry “Austin, Texas bars bring the best and loneliness of people together.” The Damns and the Foolish. The ways and means committee at the local… Continue reading
She kissed me once and only once. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I read the great Writer Jack London again. Gave me some positive motivation. You must read “When God laugh. She kissed… Continue reading
I want to know you. Silence whispers and pretty photos they give me remnants of who we are. Do you know me? I believe woman are more layered than men. Rarely does a… Continue reading
Five short poems. A Poem by Coyote Poetry What is right and what is wrong. Not easy to separate sometimes. 1- WarThe war is over,the guns locked away,the soldiers are resting.Youth and eyes… Continue reading
Reflections A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words have great power. Use them well. Reflection… Writers and Poets write reflections like a painter uses his gentle strokes to create permanent images of lingering memories.… Continue reading