When I am done and a beautiful Marianne Faithfull song.
When I am done.. I became the old man who waiting for no-one. Once I wanted everything and now. I need little. I wonder where do the old soldiers go? When they are… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Writing
My father’s war…
My father’s war… A Poem by Coyote Poetry queerest 1 a : differing in some way from what is usual or normal : odd, strange, weird “How queer it seems,” Alice said to herself,… Continue reading
Remembering the fragrance of Winter..
Remembering the fragrance of Winter A Poem by Coyote PoetryA story Remembering the fragrance of Winter… I had lived the… Continue reading
Stripped to the bone..
Stripped to the bone…. I told her, I love the darkest things. I want a love so dark, my world turn purple/black. I don’t want sweet words, I want demanding words. I want… Continue reading
One more cup of coffee my dearest love..
One more cup of coffee my dearest. ( April is poetry month. Poem number four.) He made two cups of coffee with a pinch of sugar and light cream. He watched dear Susi… Continue reading
Should of loved you more..
Should of loved you more.. He left love doorway 2,500 miles away. The hardest and coldest man, he loved the whiskey and he loved the taverns. He loved the darkest days and he… Continue reading
Hotel California.
Hotel California.. I was station in California in 1992. After the war ending, I was blessed, an old dream came true. I was living on the California coastline. I had no debt and… Continue reading
The coyote and the raven dance..
The Coyote and Raven dance… The coyote was dancing for the half-moon, he moved and weaved into the deep forest and he knew. His beautiful friend was watching him celebrate the night. The… Continue reading
She danced by the lights of the candles..
She danced by the lights of the candles.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Written in 1992 and rewritten. She danced by the light of the candles.. I sat by the bay.Watched the sun fall… Continue reading
I want to see you again..
I want to see you again. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good days become sweet dreams with time. I want to see you again… The powerful Pacific ocean hide the love stories of… Continue reading