Liar’s moon..
Liar’s moon A Poem by Coyote PoetrySometime we must pray for love.” Liar’s moon… The Coyote was quiet tonight, tranquil night allowed him… Continue reading
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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
I drink the whiskey, I write and I remember.
I drink the whiskey, I write and I remember… I chased her, she chased me. We didn’t know we were just babies reaching for a miracle.I drink the whiskey now, I write the… Continue reading
Two poems. One by a ancient poet and a live one.
Two poems. By a old Poet and a live one. A Poem by Coyote PoetryI love the old Poets. Some died before they had the chance to do great things. Sergeant Joyce Kilmer words… Continue reading
The weeping willow..
The weeping willow.. Once we held love over all things. Love was holy and you were a blessing and a gift. Now like sleeping flower in the Winter. My feeble heart had forgotten… Continue reading
Let’s drink and pray for more..
Let’s drink and pray for more.. Wild child danced alone on Austin Dance floor,barely old enough to be in the dark taverns of Downtown Austin,her wild eyes searched for what she needed. I… Continue reading
Almost home. And a beautiful Beth Hart song.
Almost home Took me 26 years and four bloody wars zones and I learn.Monterey was still there,the Pacific was still dancing and you could buy a cup of Irish Coffee on the pier.… Continue reading
Make me believe dear poet..
Pretty words.. Dangerous beautiful lady in her tight black dress and wearing chain of amethyst crystal upon her neck. Was my crystal once and she wanted it more than I did. She told… Continue reading
My Medicine..
My Medicine.. She danced a circle dance near the sea for the moon and the stars.Her hair flowed freely in the warm nightly breeze.I told the kind moon, thank you for sending me… Continue reading
The lost and found..
The lost and found.. I loved the Monterey nights. I would walk from Fort Ord, California to downtown Monterey nightly. The beach was empty till Seaside. The entrance to the Pacific was always… Continue reading