The New York city lights
The New York city lights. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A new chapter. Please enjoy I left Iraq in the Winter of 1992. I was sent to Fort Dix, New Jersey. I took… Continue reading
The New York city lights. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A new chapter. Please enjoy I left Iraq in the Winter of 1992. I was sent to Fort Dix, New Jersey. I took… Continue reading
I can show you God A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just thoughts and things to ponder on I can show you God The great search for God is fruitless for some. I… Continue reading
When God laughs A Poem by Coyote Poetry I read Jack London book today “When God laughs.” It is a amazing book. Quotes and words from a amazing writer Jack London and… Continue reading
Poesy A Poem by Coyote Poetry Thank you Dryden for your poetry. Gave me reason to write today. Poesy (For Dryden) True Poets dodge the fakeness of fame. They allow praise to fall… Continue reading
The Medicine wheel A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old Native American wisdom. We need to gather as one people to save earth and all people. … Continue reading
Mercy A Story by Coyote Poetry (A sad poem. We need more friends. More kindness.) Mercy Young black man. 22 year old. He sat alone and ate alone in the mess hall for… Continue reading
Love is a careless child… Her skin whiter than Winter snow and her trembling lips of soft pink tempted the fearless man. His boldness lacked the confident of his youth. He had… Continue reading
A woman palms A Poem by Coyote PoetryThe hands of a woman. Teaches love and kindness. He who treat the woman with kindness. Can stand at God feet and know he had done well. … Continue reading
Sugar and spice…. You lifted your eyes for me. Your eyes dancing with joy and filled with wilderness. I whispered to you. Dear love. Do you want to hear a lullaby? You… Continue reading
My Joan of Arc… She painted her make-up upon perfect skin. She turned to me and she told me . I need my war face tonight. I rarely show my real face to… Continue reading
The weeping willow…. Once we held love over all things. Love was holy and you were a blessing and a gift. Now like sleeping flower in the Winter. My feeble heart had forgotten… Continue reading
You can’t always get what you want… Johnnie and Suzanna were singing the Rolling Stone song. ” You can’t always get what you want, but sometimes we get what we need.” Me and… Continue reading
What is poetry? I was asked. What is poetry? I told her, poetry is everything. Poetry is the description of the first kiss, the first dance. Poetry suppose make us laugh out loud,… Continue reading
My wild Texas rose… Kind mistress night brought her to me. The Austin, Texas bars brought people from all places together.When the moon took over the night sky. People from different places… Continue reading
Barefoot dreams A Story by Coyote PoetryGood places and friends make distance places good dreams in old age. Barefoot dreams… I met the Sergeant Major nightly at the Bowling alley, dance club and… Continue reading
Love tragedy… I remember the hellos. So sweet and kind. You were a wild girl in a woman body. You made me learn to dance, learn to climb the fault lines of California… Continue reading