Time waits for no-one.
Time waits for no-one. The fatality of youth, we believe. We will never grow old and we learn with time. Time is a heartless friend. One day, our face of youth, our energy… Continue reading
Monthly Archive: November, 2025
For my father, Jack. The strong and the blessed.
For my father, Jack. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Our teachers teach us and one day. We must become the teachers. The strong and the blessed. Today I am a old man. I lived… Continue reading
The shadows. Veteran day poetry.
Shadows.. (A poem to remember my dear sister. She left my world and I miss her voice.) My sister told me. You have changed and you saw too much shit andyour mind and… Continue reading
One tin soldier.
One tin soldier… A prologue to a good life. We need sin, we need whiskey and we need kind women. I learn the rage of Hemingway and the sadness of Salinger and Kosinski.… Continue reading
My home is Northern Michigan. Veteran day poetry.
My home is Northern Michigan… I sat by the Cherry trees of Michigan in Northern Michigan and I remembered a good friend. We were not young, we were serving in the Army. 25… Continue reading
Adrift in memories.
1- The night rain. Velvet and silk dreams turned stormy and dark.I held you close and I whispered.A little bit longer dear love,I want to listen to your heart and hear you speak,I… Continue reading
My father’s burden. Veteran day poetry.
(My father in 1996.) Father’s burden. A Poem by Coyote Poetry My father taught me to appreciate laughter and woman. Father’s burden (My father was a Ojibwa/Mexican man in 1950 USA. He… Continue reading
You did not leave me my friend. A Veteran day poem.
You did not leave me my friend. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some scars cannot heal. We learn to live with them. … Continue reading
What is real? What is not? Seek knowledge and learn what is true.
Poetry, my dear friends, is a sacred incarnation of a smile. Poetry is a sigh that dries the tears. Poetry is a spirit who dwells in the soul, who nourishment is the heart, … Continue reading
The midnight hour.
The midnight hours.. I knew when I met her near the sea. She was a dangerous endeavor. Her wild sea blue eyes and gentle voice, I could see the wild world in eyes… Continue reading