My father’s war.
My father’s war… A Poem by Coyote Poetry queerest 1 a : differing in some way from what is usual or normal : odd, strange, weird “How queer it seems,” Alice said to herself,… Continue reading
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If I knew.
If I knew. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We learn too late to be quiet. Anger and violence lead only to more pain and sadness. If I knew. If I knew. I would have… Continue reading
Ecstasy.
Ecstasy. My love, I have found you. I want to make love to you from feet to sweet lips. Your brightness and sadness I need to know. I want us nude, heart and mind… Continue reading
I remember you, do you remember me? Little poetry.
Poem one– Once we had the Spring days, once we knew the sweetest kisses, once I loved you and you loved me. Poem two– Yesterday girl is drinking alone, yesterday girl had accepted… Continue reading
Stitches.
Stitches. I remember her last words. The million hellos were erased by a midnight goodbye. Once we entwined our lives and now in my secret place. A million fingerprints, leftover reminders. I painted… Continue reading
Something shouldn’t be beheld or touched. And a lovely Mahafsoun dancing.
Somethings shouldn’t beheld or touched. You have taunted my dreams and made me wish for sordid and frenzy nights, captured in your embrace.I want to fall into the inferno of your warm kisses… Continue reading
Holy as love.
Holy as love 1- Pretty woman dancing with me on the Belton, Texas dance hall floor on a Friday night.She told me. Honey, darling and my sweetheart.Love demands payment. Love is holy and… Continue reading
Love words of a mad man.
Love words of a mad man A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love can teach us madness. 1-Break me Please break me and make me bleed. Show me I’m alive. Make me die and bring… Continue reading
Under the willow tree. We danced.
Under the willow tree. We danced. Once we held love over everything. Love was holy and a joy. Were a blessing and a gift. Now like sleeping flowers in the Winter. The feeble… Continue reading
Did I thank you?
Did I thank you? (Remember my elders who taught me how to live.) Aunt Ruth and Uncle Bill, did I thank you? I was just a kid with little and you held my… Continue reading