The tarot cards.
A Story by Coyote Poetry “We can learn things in the strangest places on this planet.” The tarot cards. I went to an old dark carnival on a hidden road outside of Sarajevo. I… Continue reading
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Killer on the road.
Killer on the road (Blessed is the man who can learn peace and justice without shedding blood) A Poem by Coyote Poetry (What good and bad we do in a life. The scars will… Continue reading
We were just men and women.
We were just Men and Women…. 20 soldiers sat and waiting in a room .The education of War written deep in their brains and hearts. Their souls became polluted with word kill, protect… Continue reading
The wisp/the kiss, the memory.
The wisp/the kiss, the memory. The Long Island ice tea. A Chapter by Coyote PoetryA new series of short poetry. Part one. The wisp/ the kiss, the memory…… Continue reading
Brick, upon another brick.
Brick, upon another brick.. Men, believe in his youth. Life is his to take. Young men believe life is now, just borrow and steal everything you can. Tomorrow may not come. He learns… Continue reading
Oh me, oh my.
A lullaby for you. Once we had everything we needed. The Pacific ocean in view, the Irish Pubs with the sea view and we had time to love and dance. I loved your… Continue reading
My grandfather’s house. With a wonderful Joey/ Rory song.
My Grandfather’s house. (First written on 14 March 1976- Rewritten 29 December 2015) Time has moved too quickly.I have growth from a small lad to an old man. I remember following you my… Continue reading
Be quiet dear lover/ Quédate.
Be quiet dear lover/ Quédate The sky is grey and the sun is hidden behind the rain clouds in the early morning. You and I had traveled to Palma, Spain. The Germany Winter… Continue reading
Fool’s gold.
Fool’s gold Once we held hands and we talk of the great escape. We drank expresso coffee, and we walked on the Monterey pier. I savored your sweet voice and I remember. I… Continue reading
Love had taught me madness.
Break me. Please break me and make me bleed. Make me know, I’m alive. Make me die and bring me back to life. Dead men revived know life can be okay. Drink of… Continue reading