Art and words..
Art and words A Poem by Coyote Poetry Art is poetry for the eyes. Art and words.. In ancient China. They believed there was a affinity between painting and poetry.The true masters of… Continue reading
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The song of May..
The song of May.. I am taking the train to Basel. Dear Alexandra is waiting in the city of wonder for me. She found me on the poetry site and she told me.… Continue reading
Letters and promises..
Letters and promises.. You saved me once my dear Julie. Your kind and sweet words upon sheets of paper made me wish and hope for a better tomorrow. You wrote me.—Dear Johnnie.. I… Continue reading
Old soldier..
Old soldier… A Story by Coyote Poetry Only Soldiers understand what another soldier had saw and felt. Strangers to war and violence cannot understand. When you are near death for too long. You appreciate… Continue reading
Dust in the wind..
Dust in the wind.. Was the early Winter of 1992 and I landed In California. I left home to go to war in the Spring of 1991. I was tired and I wanted… Continue reading
Ashtrays, whiskey and the pen..
Ashtrays, whiskey and the pen… I loved downtown Austin, Texas. No-one is a stranger. Just people seeking good booze, music and opportunity. I like the comfort of a cigarette, Jack Daniels and time… Continue reading
The dance…
The dance A Poem by Coyote Poetry Many kinds of opportunities for the dance. A wise person is fearless in life. If you take no chances. You won’t know what you could of done… Continue reading
Bad behavior..
Bad behavior.. Loveliest lady in Port Austin. She waited for no-one on the long pier into Lake Huron. I adored her auburn hair and her wild hazel eyes. She would find me sitting… Continue reading
Do not go into the night quiet my friend.
Where today are the Pequot Where are the Narragansett, the Mohican, the Pokanoket, and many other once powerful tribes of our people They have vanished before the avarice and the oppression of the… Continue reading