To the girl with clouds on her ceiling.
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To the girl with clouds on her ceiling, And to the girl with belly-dancing medals pinned on her wall And to the boy with a…
Daily Archive: March 4, 2022
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The canvas of love…
The canvas of love A Poem by Coyote Poetry True love is real art. We must use our imagination, draw out plans. Touch with gentle movements create emotion that will expand to great beauty… Continue reading
Existence of love…
Existence of love…. Ice cream with a cherry.A safe warm house.A big yard to play in. Kind smiles and words.Missed in my old age.Dear Grandmother told me before I left for war.“Too many… Continue reading
Beautiful Brigitte…
Beautiful Brigitte A Poem by Coyote Poetry Beautiful Brigitte (Few people touch our hearts who want nothing in return. I was thankful 43 years ago and today for my blue eyes Angel who picks… Continue reading
Grandmother hope and wishes..
Grandmother hope and wishes. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I lost my Ojibwa Grandmother in 1981. She had a hard life. You would never know. She loved her children and wanted them to know… Continue reading
Father’s burden….
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Like father…
(Last photo of father in 1996. He died two weeks later. 61 years old. Booze and war, did him in.) Like father. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Blood of father flowed in my vein… Continue reading