Coyote Poetry : Writing

Russian Roulette..

Russian Roulette..

A Poem by Coyote Poetry


In war. No-one wins. Just leftover men, just hollow men.
Scars, we do have..

Scars, we do have..

A Poem by Coyote Poetry


New poem number two. Maybe my muse is alive?
Wild and free..

Wild and free..

A Poem by Coyote Poetry


Been writing lightly lately. Finally a new poem.
We need barefoot days.

We need barefoot days.

A Poem by Coyote Poetry


I need a warm day.
The pretty things, the dangerous things..

The pretty things, the dangerous things..

A Poem by Coyote Poetry


Remembering Marianne Faithfull.
Understandable..

Understandable..

A Poem by Coyote Poetry


First poem in 34 days. Trying to awake my muse.
Brother Sun, Sister Moon. My New year thoughts.

Brother Sun, Sister Moon. My New year thoughts.

A Poem by Coyote Poetry


When someone can make USA look foolish, when someone can make USA look slow and illogical. USA cannot walk alone. USA need friends. Not separation.
Bliss and the kiss.

Bliss and the kiss.

A Poem by Coyote Poetry


Muse is alive tonight.
Nothing could stop me..

Nothing could stop me..

A Poem by Coyote Poetry


Old poetry with a re-write.

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