Liar’s prayer..
Liar’s prayer A Poem by Coyote Poetry Reading ancient writers and computer was down. Started writing some new poetry. I hope you enjoy. Liar’s prayer… My kind and new friend. We sat together in the… Continue reading
Monthly Archive: January, 2025
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21 gun salute..
One more day. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Wars need to end. No-one win in war.” Twenty one gun salute.. LoyaltyDutyRespectSelfless serviceHonorIntegrityPersonal courage(Soldier creed) Standing tall and looking good.Ought to be in Hollywood. Brotherhood of Soldiers.Ain’t… Continue reading
Dark eyes Angel who lost her wings..
Dark Eyes Angel who losts her wing. (I was still roaming the country. The days when time wasn’t a concern. May 1994. Writing and reading poetry brought me the confused and lost woman.… Continue reading
The Raven and the Coyote..
The Raven and the Coyote A Story by Coyote Poetry A story. Some of my Ojibwa heritage coming out.” The Raven and the Coyote.. The Raven watched the moon. Her interest awoken by… Continue reading
The Nightingale song..
The Nightingale song.. The Ojibwa grandfather volunteered to watch the five grandchildren and he took them to the big water. He told them if you listen well, you can hear the nightingale songs… Continue reading
The brown eyed girl..
The brown eyed girl… I love the days of April, I love the comfort of the Spring sun upon my face. I adore the kind places when I can rejoice to the Lake… Continue reading
The color of love…
The color of love… Dear lover. You made me come alive.The fire in you eyes make me wish to swim in your brown eyes anddrown in the the gentleness of your voice. Your… Continue reading
Write and bleed..
Four lines poems. A Poem by Coyote PoetryTaking chances, writing in different directions. We were naked, we twisted our bodies into a unfinished puzzle and we shared wild dreams. We talked and we used… Continue reading
The raven and the coyote..
The beggar, just wanted a taste of her skin and her warm lips. The illusion of love near, made him believe, love was sweet, love was so good. Her whiskey kisses made his… Continue reading
Like this. Part two.
Like this… When someone ask you. My life is chaos and confusion. I don’t know If I should run or stand my ground? Is there a safe place for me to rest. Take… Continue reading