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
Tag Archive: war
Forgiveness..
The Violence Sea .. Anger eruptThe blind open their eyes. Men on high horses.Tells us more stories to blind us. Entangled and enraged we try to see.We can’t see above the bullshit. Rich men in big houses.Tell us… Continue reading
Forgiveness..
The Violence Sea.. Anger eruptThe blind open their eyes. Men on high horses.Tells us more stories to blind us. Entangled and enraged we try to see.We can’t see above the bullshit. Rich men in big houses.Tell us… Continue reading
The shadows..
Shadows.. (A poem to remember my dear sister. She left my world last year and I miss her voice.) My sister told me. You have changed and you saw too much shit andyour… Continue reading
You did not leave me my friend.
You did not leave me my friend. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some scars cannot heal. We learn to live with them. … Continue reading
The drinking song. I stand with Ukraine.
Drinking song… Once I met Bukowski in Southern California and he told me. Never truth a man, who never drinks. I learn with old age. He was right. Drunk men or women will… Continue reading
Once upon a time. A story. Part two.
Once upon a time, Chapter two.. The day was getting warmer. The beach was getting filled with children and mothers. I went to the food area. Ordered a coffee. I went to the… Continue reading
Once upon a time. A story. Part one.
Once upon a time.. A lone man is waiting for a friend. It is a hot Summer day in late June 2018. He is sitting by the lake at Stoney Creek. He watched… Continue reading
Drink before the war..
Drink before the war.. 1- Ben Jonson, ‘To Celia’. Drink to me only with thine eyes,And I will pledge with mine;Or leave a kiss but in the cup,And I’ll not look for wine.The thirst… Continue reading
Empty spaces..
Empty spaces A Poem by Coyote Poetry A poem of question.” Empty spaces.. Once I was dancing,… Continue reading