A new poem finally. Two new poems.
Poetry, drink and your memory A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Some short poetry. The ray of the sun Drunk man wishing. Alone on destine hill. He dreamed she was near. He… Continue reading
Poetry, drink and your memory A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Some short poetry. The ray of the sun Drunk man wishing. Alone on destine hill. He dreamed she was near. He… Continue reading
The damn road A Poem by Coyote Poetry The road can tempt a man to escape even in the heat of paradise. The damn road It was a cold winter day in late… Continue reading
Liar’s prayer A Poem by Coyote Poetry Reading ancient writers and computer was down. Started writing some new poetry. I hope you enjoy. Liar’s prayer My kind and new friend. We sat… Continue reading
The songs of seasons A Story by Coyote Poetry A Native American tale. The song of fall Warm days, cold nights. Create an restless passion. I can hear the whisper of the… Continue reading
Secret love A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Let’s the bells ring, and let the boy sing, let the cup go around.” John Fletcher Secret love You bare your words, exposing secret places… Continue reading
1914 Iii: The Dead – Poem by Rupert Brooke Blow out, you bugles, over the rich Dead! There’s none of these so lonely and poor of old, But, dying, has made us rarer… Continue reading
Dance of sweet dreams and nightmares. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I’m old today. The people who accept war as norm. Will they accept their children dying for religion and hate? Dance… Continue reading
When comes a stranger A Poem by Coyote Poetry Death comes when she desired. Death come when he desires. I was last year man. I had it all. Beautiful house and a… Continue reading
Two Brothers A Poem by Coyote Poetry I learn how fragile life can be in 1988-1989. Better to be kind to your friends and family. World punish them enough already. Two brothers… Continue reading
tattoos A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old stories become better with time. Tattoos My pretty lady friend with tattoos on her back and legs. She asked me. Do you like my tattoos?… Continue reading