What do we have left?
What do we have left? A Poem by Coyote PoetryIs our memories, leftover bitter wine or the poet’s weath? What do we have left?… (Take away love, and Earth is our tomb.) Robert… Continue reading
What do we have left? A Poem by Coyote PoetryIs our memories, leftover bitter wine or the poet’s weath? What do we have left?… (Take away love, and Earth is our tomb.) Robert… Continue reading
I love you more… Once I was alone, now with you near, the sky is more bluer, the moon is more brighter, I know how to smile again, I know how to laugh… Continue reading
Love behold, love be bold A Poem by Coyote PoetryPoetry for the new book, The island. Love behold,… Continue reading
I will sing the blues for you… Johnnie be good, Johnnie be bad and Johnnie dancing alone to the Jazz. The words sweet, tempting and so true. My baby left me, I’m so… Continue reading
My Michigan dream… “Hush my sweet baby, don’t you cry. I am here, I shall never leave you, when the chills of the night come, I shall keep you warm and safe.… Continue reading
Poesy… (For Dryden) True Poets dodge the falseness of fame,they allow praise to fall from their thoughts.Old Poets understand the beauty of the sun rising from the east,allowing opportunity for new dreams and… Continue reading
Sometime we must steal and loan kisses… Beautiful lady arrived at the Austin’s tavern at twelve pm trying to escape the Texas Summer heat. Once she wanted everything and more, now she needed… Continue reading
Those were the days, my friend… A snowy day and the mall at Christmas. I saw a pretty face and she saw me looking at her. We waited for a few seconds.… Continue reading
The last chance motel Summer Texas night, cold drink and no-place to go. Michigan dreamer, drinking his Long Island teas and writing into a journal. “Song of my father, songs of the long… Continue reading
My lover, my lover…. Beautiful black night allowed us to release fear, allowed us to show true face.We released our clothing, danced to the songs of Bob Seger. We are skin to… Continue reading