Lilac wine… —————————————————————————————– She whispered, maybe, maybe not. Let’s allow the lilac wine, to write the story for us. ——————————————————————————————- Life is many colors, we can paint her black, we can paint her… Continue reading
Mirrored soul A Poem by Coyote Poetry One day, we know, who we are” Mirrored soul… The half-drunk poet told… Continue reading
We become, who we supposed to be…. Chapter one.. I befriended a 30-30 once. I cleaned her five-time daily and I drank the Johnnie Walker whiskey. I wrote dead-man poetry and I didn’t… Continue reading
The loveliest girl in Monterey… The loveliest gal in Monterey, she hated love and disliked men who begged for attention. I was the midnight poet and I would go to her shop in… Continue reading
Slow dance…. Good Jazz, the good drink and drowning in the old memories. My old love dancing alone to the saddest Jazz and I told my whiskey. Pretty lady, I remember us. I… Continue reading
It’s okay. (April poetry number twenty-nine.) Last day of April, my friend. My Michigan feeling the Spring warm day kiss finally. I am listening to beautiful Nightbirde songs and the grandchildren still sleeping.… Continue reading
The Coyote and Raven dance… The coyote was dancing for the half-moon, he moved and weaved into the deep forest and he knew. His beautiful friend was watching him celebrate the night. The… Continue reading
It’s okay A Poem by Coyote Poetry For Jane Marczweski , Nightbirde “You can’t wait until life isn’t hard anymore until you decide to be happy.” Nightbirde “There are a lot of people who want… Continue reading
We don’t want to fight no-more….. Once brave boy believed war would save our world. The brave boy became a man. He fought for a Government who would forget him after the battles… Continue reading
The twisted dance of love… (Written in 1988) I lay beside you in the night of the Germany December.I feel the heat of tender flesh and I look into your blue eyes.They shine… Continue reading