Resemble love.
(Nothing as sexy, as a woman can play a game of chess.) Resembled love A Poem by Coyote Poetry True love is rare and hard to find. Resembled love Pretty as a perfect… Continue reading
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Three fingers of Johnnie Walker. For his Scotland love.
Three fingers of the Johnnie Walker. He went back to Aberdeenshire in the Autumn of his life. He found a place to drink and to watch the sea. He wrote in his notebook.… Continue reading
I followed you and you followed you.
I followed you and you followed me. I was following you and you were following me. And we did not know. She was a beauty of splendor who aspired to challenge the sea,… Continue reading
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
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