The missing pieces- Part one
The missing pieces A Poem by Coyote PoetryFragrance of what we were do appear. I looked into the mirror. The once warrior had become the house plant. This is sad. … Continue reading
The missing pieces A Poem by Coyote PoetryFragrance of what we were do appear. I looked into the mirror. The once warrior had become the house plant. This is sad. … Continue reading
Don’t ask for less A Poem by Coyote PoetryIn life. Better to dream big than to wallow in things not touched or reached. Don’t ask for less…. Echos of memories and voices dances… Continue reading
Tell me, how you lived?…. Old poet told the people at the poetry reading. Dead men, do not rise. He read some quotes. “For each man kills the things he loves, Yet each man… Continue reading
Father’s burden. A Poem by Coyote PoetryMy father taught me to appreciate laughter and woman. Father’s burden…. (My father was a Ojibwa/Mexican man in 1950 USA. He never allowed anyone to look… Continue reading
Like father. A Poem by Coyote PoetryBlood of father flowed in my vein and I can see his face. Like father…. I look in the mirror.What do I see? Have I become what… Continue reading
I want to see you again. A Poem by Coyote PoetryGood days become sweet dreams with time. I want to see you again…. The powerful Pacific ocean hide the love stories of fearless… Continue reading
The dance of emotion The dance of emotion A Poem by Coyote PoetryLife is fair. We must give to receive. The Dance of Emotion…. A sweet angel was waiting on the bed for me.… Continue reading
(I was lucky. I met Colin Powell three times. I was doing hot-refuel in the Iraq war one. We (The soldiers) would refuel Apache helicopters while they were moving. Red Cross taking wounded… Continue reading
My lady A Poem by Coyote PoetryA old poem written by a sad heart. Written in 1982.) My lady…. My lady,I still cry out in sweet dreams your name. So long since our… Continue reading
A bloody Mary… A pretty girl sat alone and I introduced myself. My name is Johnnie and I sat near her. She told me, my name is Paloma and she sat in a… Continue reading