Some verbal poetry and the poem.
Dead flowers… I came to you with some Tennessee whiskey and a small plant with rosemary trying to grow. I sat on your porch, waiting for you. I wanted to see your morning… Continue reading
Dead flowers… I came to you with some Tennessee whiskey and a small plant with rosemary trying to grow. I sat on your porch, waiting for you. I wanted to see your morning… Continue reading
If I had magic… Johnnie walked the California Fault line alone. Looking for a ancient and holy place.The desert mountain hard and her natural beauty.Perfect place to hide wishing wells and to burn… Continue reading
Bitter branches… Old men are like ancient trees. Life will expand and multiply.They will sit on old porches and remember skeletons and blunders.The have learned profound knowledge and the texture of the… Continue reading
Mercy A Story by Coyote PoetryA sad poem. We need more friends. More kindness. Mercy… Young black man.22 year old.He sat alone and ate alone in the mess hall for many days.I… Continue reading
Just words A Poem by Coyote PoetryWrite, write and write some more. Our words will outlast our memory. There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.Ernest… Continue reading
The twisted dance of love. (written in 1988) A Poem by Coyote Poetry A rewrite from December, 1988. The twisted dance of love… I lay beside you in the night of the Germany… Continue reading
Mercy, please… (My wish. Everyone does one gift of kindness. Share money, if you can. Share kind words and a smile. All of us need the mercy of kindness.) I told her, I… Continue reading
If you ever forget I love you… Sober man, can’t write no more. He can’t feel no-more pain. Once he sought the greatest dreams and love was his, forever and one day. The… Continue reading
A little crazy…. She told me, don’t matter, who is right, who is wrong. We are what we are. All I know, you take me where I want to go. You are my… Continue reading
A wing and a prayer…. He told the Lake St. Clair. We become, who suppose become. Hell-bound life can lead us to place of peace. He told the lady of the lake.… Continue reading