Bitter branches
Bitter branches A Poem by Coyote Poetry J.B Harvey. Her poetic words made me want to write tonight. Bitter branches Old men are like ancient trees. Life will expand and multiply. They will… Continue reading
Bitter branches A Poem by Coyote Poetry J.B Harvey. Her poetic words made me want to write tonight. Bitter branches Old men are like ancient trees. Life will expand and multiply. They will… Continue reading
You are gone and I’m here. A Poem by Coyote Poetry No winner in war. Just shadows of people lost too soon. (A photo found unclaimed on Writer’s cafe. It was famous… Continue reading
Thankful I saw my face in the mirror at Chucky’s Cheese. I was surprised to see a old man looking back. I was fifty six years old. Holding my Grandson. His first birthday… Continue reading
Stand by me A Poem by Coyote Poetry No-one is a mountain. We need bridges to hope and peace. Stand by me They murdered Christians and Muslims in Asia. They murdered Muslims and… Continue reading
“You’ve gotta dance like there’s nobody watching, Love like you’ll never be hurt, Sing like there’s nobody listening, And live like it’s heaven on earth.”William W. Purkey “Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only… Continue reading
Some days are better A Poem by Coyote Poetry A poem about life and a good day Some days are better Old age had taught me. Bad days become less painful. Struggles make… Continue reading
Three short poems A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words -Old man Standing by dirt and gravestone. I whispered I… Continue reading
Father died in 1996 at 61 years old. The war could not leave him. Heal, my friend. Not kill. Father song was hard and sweet. He fought hard, loved hard and died too… Continue reading
Good friend lost to war with his two girls and my daughter The gathering (Combination of a poem written in 1992 and today. Nothing… Continue reading
Never again Plus jamais Nie wieder What have we learn? What road are we on? … Continue reading