Easy to walk upon Ancient floors
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
Category Archive: pictures
Must live to know true peace. “Quiet echoes and secluded places”
Quiet echos and secluded places A Poem by Coyote Poetry We will hold many penances for things done and missed. Quiet echos and secluded places The coffee shop poet told the young… Continue reading
Dark Interludes “Home” New chapter
Dark Interludes “Home” A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Another chapter. I hope you enjoy. Home Julie brought me into the small apartment. It was lightly furnished and had a small kitchen. It… Continue reading
Like a whisper
Like a whisper A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Like a whisper (This is the way the world ends. This is the way the world ends. This is the way the… Continue reading
The company we keep
A Writers cafe writer. Please read his work. Deepwater “The company we keep” A Poem by Deepwater I make my way to the cross On this day I look around, My brothers… Continue reading
The shadows of war
Shadows of war I was a Soldier for almost 15 years. I volunteered for every dangerous mission you could be part of. The missions were to Africa, Bosnian, Central and South… Continue reading
Some places are sacred. Like wildflowers. “I understand why we protect the wildflowers now.”
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
No winners in war “Killed and killed”
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
Would nice we would take back regret. “If I knew”
If I knew. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We learn too late to be quiet. Anger and violence leads only to more pain and sadness. If I knew. I would of loved… Continue reading
Morning glory
Morning glory A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good to open your eyes and see the glory of the new day and beauty near. Morning glory The smell of fresh coffee and… Continue reading