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
I can show you God
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
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
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.
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
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
dried flowers
Originally posted on House of Heart:
Where are you my love? Chasing shadows along storm swept streets? Turbulence has exfoliated the rosy blush from my cheeks. If I speak my words may bleed…
La noche era oscura
Originally posted on UNIVERSO ESPEJO Poemas y algo más:
Era una noche oscura, sin huella de una Luna, ninguna luminaria asomaba en el cielo. Mis ojos eran negros, confusos, silenciosos, amargos y…
Father’s eyes…
Father’s eyes A Poem by Coyote PoetryIt is hard not to follow your Father’s footsteps. But we must sometimes. Father’s eyes and anger… 7 April 2009 (Part one. Wiser and smarter man. … Continue reading
Love and hate…
Love and hate A Poem by Coyote PoetryI wrote this back inn 1993. Young woman wanted everything and nothing. I told her life is long and hard. We must try to be kind. … Continue reading
Vũ Hoàng Thư | Poetry(2)
Originally posted on SONGNGUTAITRAM:
By Vũ Hoàng Thư, translation by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm Poetry is never fully revealed? Or is it because we can never wholly understand Poetry? These are the…
Miss you, need you..
Miss you, need you… I am drinking alone beautiful Coco. Somehow I forgot where Texas was and I am so damn lonely. I have called you at midnight, every night for a week.… Continue reading
You forgave me…
You forgave me… I remember us. We were something. I chased you till you couldn’t run no-more. I promised you the moon, I promised you a ancient love. Drinking aged wine and dancing… Continue reading
Hemingway’s whiskey…
Hemingway’s whiskey…. Hemingway saw war, he loved, he drank and he danced with the pretty gals throughout the four corners of my world. I tried to follow his path, to seek knowledge, swim… Continue reading
The Coyote song, lest we forget…
The Coyote song, lest we forget…. Lately the days have become slower and I want less. Once the wild Coyote ran and ran till he found some pleasure, some laughter and a safe… Continue reading
I called your name…
I called your name A Poem by Coyote PoetryMaybe the sea will listen to our wishes I called your name… I… Continue reading