Old man wisdom “It is cut and dried.”
It is Cut and dried. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old words still mean the same. It is cut and dried. Old man sitting at the Old Fox tavern. Drinking his rum… Continue reading
It is Cut and dried. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old words still mean the same. It is cut and dried. Old man sitting at the Old Fox tavern. Drinking his rum… Continue reading
Beauty and perfection A Poem by Coyote Poetry Artwork and words. Please enjoy. nostoreSource:CThank you Tumblr.) Beauty and perfection I have learn what true beauty is. It isn’t a fancy car and… 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
Never again. Nie wieder. Plus jamais. (Holocaust Memorial Day, February, 27 January.) (Did we learn. WW2 was the last war. How many massacres since? How many people murdered for their religion, color… Continue reading
Coyote spirit A Poem by Coyote Poetry Last dream is freedom. When it is gone. What is left. Coyote spirit (In Native American Myth. The Coyote was the joker. Laugh at life and… Continue reading
Remembering Martin Luther King. A Poem by Coyote Poetry The best gift of Christmas. The gift of kindness. Give what you can. Sometime just a smile and kind words. Can change a… Continue reading
The world weeps. A prayer and words. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Prayers and words Everybody knows. Part two. “What peace can be, where both to one pretend.” John Dryden “This is the… Continue reading
Peace, sweet peace. We have forgotten you. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I’m tire of war. Where are the men and women of peace? Where are the calm voices in a world gone… 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
Peace, sweet peace. We have forgotten you. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I’m tire of war. Where are the men and women of peace? Where are the calm voices in a world gone… Continue reading