Remembering the fragrance of Winter.
Remembering the fragrance of Winter. I had lived the soldier life. The warm days of Spring did not bring love. The lucky sought the rendezvous with the sweetness of love when the days… Continue reading
Remembering the fragrance of Winter. I had lived the soldier life. The warm days of Spring did not bring love. The lucky sought the rendezvous with the sweetness of love when the days… Continue reading
A Monterey Summer day.. The poet sat alone drinking his coffee near the Monterey Bay. He was 35 years old and he felt like he had lived five lifetimes. The soldiers in his… Continue reading
Another time, another place….. The loneliness man at Fort Hood volunteered for missions in Central American. He wanted to escape everything and he wanted to taste the Hemingway’s tropical paradise. Once he sought… Continue reading
All my friends had settle down… A Friday night and no-one wanted to go drinking with me. A bloody Friday night and my friends. Watching Hulu and Netflix with their fat wives. I… Continue reading
Blushing beauty stole my heart… The drunk poet, he loved the noisy Austin taverns. He liked the people who had fallen and they liked silence over worthless words. The sameness of faces made… Continue reading
The haunting song… The cold days of Winter are slowly leaving us and we waiting for the warm days of Spring. Today I’m drinking alone, dancing alone and singing songs alone. My chosen… Continue reading
I’m no-one and you are my everything A Poem by Coyote PoetryWhen we love someone more than our-self. We have known real love. I’m no-one and you are my everything…. Old wise men… Continue reading
Words A Poem by Coyote Poetry Do words have value? Words.. Once I was the talker, the jokester, the man who laughed at the struggle of the world. I believed I was invincible and… Continue reading
Choose the road you love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is simple. Find something you enjoy. Then do it. (Nirvana-The supreme happiness that according to Buddhism comes when all passion, hatred and … 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… Continue reading