Love words…
Love words.. …Do we remember love? The pretty poet asked. I told her. When we are young, the allure of love, make us believe in a sweet miracle. We are infatuate with the… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Writing
Traveling and rambling man..
Traveling and rambling man… Old Johnnie sat alone in the tavern in the city of Austin, Texas. Drinking Long Islands ice teas and accepted his time and place. He knew, you decide your… Continue reading
Did I ever love you?
Did I ever love you? Dying,lying,needing,bleeding. Pretty Poet, she sang her words sweet and sadly to willing listeners at the Poetry reading in Monterey coffee shop. Love is just myth and tale,love is… Continue reading
A safe place, a kind place. Maybe?
A safe place, a kind face. Maybe? Someone told the loneliest lady in the bar. Johnnie wanted to die alone, with Jack Daniel and Jim Beam as his only friends. She stood behind… Continue reading
Copy and paste..
Copy and paste.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Can you truly protect your words and art. Copy and paste.. New world my brothers and sisters writers and artist.Computers are running the world.Are the… Continue reading
“Write, write and write some more”
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
We must know our world-Write, think and know
Write, write and write some more “There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.” ― Maya Angelou, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings “There is nothing to writing.… Continue reading
Withour dear woman- Men are just bare land.
A mother’s tears A Poem by Coyote Poetry When a life is lost in war. Someone is heart broken somewhere. … Continue reading
Please kiss me
Please kiss me She had waited a thousand days for him. War and confusion had made their love wait. They shared a 100 letters. Each letter adding to a bond that could not… Continue reading
Three poems about my Father.
Sins of our father’s. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We can learn kindness from living and seeing hate and violence. Father’s eyes and anger Is my Father’s eyes and anger. Are they… Continue reading