Write, write and write some more A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words are powerful. They create tears, laughter, happiness and sadness. Without the great word-men and word-women. What would we know and understand? … Continue reading
Hello again. For my dearest Peggy. I have learned to love the darkness of the taverns and the jazz clubs,where the people with nothing to hide, can go.Old men and old women tell… Continue reading
A thousand years. Where are you, my sweet lover? I searched for you and all I found was traces of smiles and scent of gentle and sweet perfume left. We had an untamed… Continue reading
We were young once. “We poets in our youth begin with gladness; But there off in the end despondency and madness.” Wordsworth “Soldiers rest! Thy warfare o’er, Dream of fighting fields no more:… Continue reading
Dark Interludes Facts or fiction. Love will bewitch us. An old friend of many years sends me a letter with kind words of love at a desperate time in my life. I was… Continue reading
The moonlight and you. I found her again on a rainy Fall October night and I fell to my knees and I told her. When I lost you, I learn I could bleed… Continue reading
Please don’t forget about me. 1- She asked him. Will you forget me and find someone sweeter? He looked at her and he knew. He loved his fancy lady. She had a soft… Continue reading
Houses built on sand will sink. Love built on false hope will not endure. Desperate love, passionate love is just release for the sake of the body and not the heart. Just fragments… Continue reading
The willow trees. Old poet told the girl. We must try to go back to where we were, if we can.The bright-eyed girl asked with wonder, dear poet, I come to you by… Continue reading
Iodine A Poem by Coyote PoetryLeonard Cohen, poet of song. Iodine… For years I have swim in shit and I didn’t care. I dodged the longing, belonging and needy want of love. I learn… Continue reading