Poetry by Broken english-Great spirit in my heart
Great spirit in my heart (please read and enjoy the work of a talented writer) A Poem by Broken english I can see my land In mirrors of lakes I can her ancient… Continue reading
Monthly Archive: August, 2017
Poetry by Broken english- Bison Heart
Bison heart Please read the work of a talented writer) A Poem by Broken english In hot afternoon west sun Young man went for hunt Prairie is open and windy Sweating on the… Continue reading
Poetry by Boken english- Apache woman
Apache women (Please read the amazing work of a talented writer) A Poem by Broken english Summers are very hot You can feel heating air on your eyes Wild mustangs running over land… Continue reading
Poetry by a poet-Broken english
(Please read and enjoy. A amazing writer) North American native tribes ——–today A Poem by Broken english When in Wounded knee so many hearts were kill That was end , that was thrill… Continue reading
Mood Overflow
Originally posted on andsoitisborn:
Lush Transforming your eyes into pellucid pools awash with emotions Sometimes liquid gold spilling joy Sometimes molten lava spewing fire Each lush pearl flush with feelings escaping to divulge…
Racism + Silence = Complicity.
Originally posted on Scribbled Verse:
Racism + Silence = Complicity. racism stalks the cities, slimy and rotten, memories of Apartheid, of segregation, so conveniently forgotten. racism infects the home, reeking and vile, memories…
“Drink of me dear lover”
Drink of me my dear lover A Story by Coyote Poetry More Texas story. Drink of me my dear lover I loved the Austin Texas nights. Alive and vibrant with people and… Continue reading
“A thousand years”
A thousand years A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love never die my friend. Just a place we must water and care for. A thousand years Where are you, my sweet lover? I searched… Continue reading
“Everybody hurts’
Everybody hurts I whispered to her. “Sweet baby, darling and honey. Dark is the night. The midnight hour leave us wanting for things we can’t have. Deep midnight is cold and lonely. Sometimes… Continue reading
Song and personal quotes
Racism and hate. A sleeping demon hiding waiting to be awoken. The great men and women who taught us the value of love, concern and kindness will be forgotten. The words “Equality, fairness… Continue reading