“The walls and the damn mirror”
The walls and the damn mirrors A Poem by Coyote Poetry Can’t hide what we became when we see our reflection in the mirrors The walls and the damn mirrors My father… Continue reading
The walls and the damn mirrors A Poem by Coyote Poetry Can’t hide what we became when we see our reflection in the mirrors The walls and the damn mirrors My father… Continue reading
Ancient floors In the mirrors of time. Old windows may never be closed. Surging memories and regret leave us wishing we were kinder and better. The broken roads leave me spiraling in the… Continue reading
Killed and killed A Poem by Coyote Poetry A true and sad story of the permanent wounds of war. Killed and killed On Friday night my father drank his rum. He would come… Continue reading
A mother tears. A Poem by Coyote Poetry For my dear mother. Woman bare the glory and honor of protecting their children. Look into a eyes of a woman. You can learn a… Continue reading
I understand why we protect the wildflowers now. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Wildflowers are protected in Michigan. Took me years to understand why. I understand why we protect the wildflowers now.… Continue reading
(A prayer for peace) Brother peace, sister love. I had sat by graves of 20,000 Soldiers killed in World War two outside of Paris. Men who died for freedom. The last… Continue reading
What will be left? A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need to show concern for Nature. Before she disappears. What will be left?I took my children to the lake. Signs are posted.… Continue reading
“Kayla was a compassionate and devoted humanitarian. She dedicated the whole of her young life to helping those in need of freedom, justice, and peace,” the family said. (Kayla Mueller was murdered.… Continue reading
Dear Brothers and sisters You are gone and I’m here. We fought side by side in war and in life. I left you to fight alone. You die on a faraway… 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.… Continue reading