My Masterpiece.
My masterpiece Once blushing beauty stole my heart. She create a rage of need I never knew. She found me sitting alone by the Boeblingen lake and her river blue eyes stole everything… Continue reading
love is, just another four letter word.
Love is, just another four letter word… A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime love become another dirty word… The word, Love is. Just another four letter word… She was so tire of the useless… Continue reading
The irony of a love tale, maybe love? Maybe not.
The irony of a love tale, maybe love, maybe not? She told me. The irony of a love tale, maybe love, maybe not? She told me, Fickle I am, fickle I was. I… Continue reading
The drinking song. and Haley Heynderickx wonderful song.
Drinking song… Once I met Bukowski in California and he told me. Never truth a man, who never drinks. I learn with old age. He was right. Drunk men or women will tell… Continue reading
The Devil dances at midnight.. And The Dead South amazing song.
The Devil dances at midnight… Prettiest gal at the Belton, Texas dance told me. The Devil dances at midnight and I brought her closer on the dance floor and I asked her. Does… Continue reading
Already broken and Karliene beautiful voice.
Already broken… Oldest and most tire man in Michigan escaped to find something lost. He remembers a Auburn hair with a silky voice, the whiskey nights and the Soldier’s liar prayer. He gave… Continue reading
The Coyote song. Lest we forget..
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 place to rest.… Continue reading
Wild Maria, dancing Maria, my Winter storm..
Wild Maria, dancing Maria, my Winter storm… The crimson night, the thunder storms of life had brought me to you. I watched you from a distance and I dreamed of moonlight nights, feeling… Continue reading
“be thankful that we’re living in peace”
Originally posted on Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm:
A poem in Vietnamese by Thái Hạo Translator: Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm “Hãy cảm ơn vì chúng ta đang được sống trong hòa…
Ghosts and shadows…
Ghosts and shadows- chapter one. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Life is accepting life as-is. Maybe we have enough. Ghost and shadows- chapter one. Beautiful Tanya waited patiently with the kind morning sun upon… Continue reading