The fray, the train ride to Monterey. Part two.
The Fray, the train ride to Monterey.. Part two. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Be not afraid of the Fray. The Fray takes you to where you need to me. The wistful life will… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Writing
Beautiful Maria showed the way into the fray. Part one.
A woman, too pretty to be near me. She took my hands and she told me. Johnnie, Johnnie. You must find the Fray. Your organized life is killing you and your dead dreams… Continue reading
The shadows. Veteran day poetry.
Shadows.. (A poem to remember my dear sister. She left my world and I miss her voice.) My sister told me. You have changed and you saw too much shit andyour mind and… Continue reading
One tin soldier.
One tin soldier… A prologue to a good life. We need sin, we need whiskey and we need kind women. I learn the rage of Hemingway and the sadness of Salinger and Kosinski.… Continue reading
My home is Northern Michigan. Veteran day poetry.
My home is Northern Michigan… I sat by the Cherry trees of Michigan in Northern Michigan and I remembered a good friend. We were not young, we were serving in the Army. 25… Continue reading
You did not leave me my friend. A Veteran day poem.
You did not leave me my friend. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some scars cannot heal. We learn to live with them. … Continue reading
We need barefoot days.
We need barefoot days. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I need a warm day. We need barefoot days.. Prettiest girl in my world dances near Lake Huron. She ran to me with open arms… Continue reading
Russian Roulette.
Russian Roulette.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry In war. No-one wins. Just leftover men, just hollow men. Russian roulette… Beautiful young woman danced on a stage on the border of Austin Texas, moving like… Continue reading
The last man standing.
The last man standing. A Story by Coyote Poetry Talk of Nuclear war again. The foolish people thinking about using the nuclear weapons. Need to watch the movie. “Mad Max.” The last man standing… Continue reading
Please stay with me.
Please stay with me A Poem by Coyote Poetry Rare times in a life we can find comfort with another. We need to hold on till the dream disappears. Please stay with me. I… Continue reading