Memorial day poetry-Two good men
Two good men A Poem by Coyote Poetry A story of two Soldiers Two different stories. Both are sad and needed to be written. Pray for the soldiers today. Remember men and woman… Continue reading
Category Archive: poem
I love the word freedom.
FREEDOM A Poem by Coyote Poetry Freedom is very costly. How many have died for freedom? We allow freedom to die without a fight. The men and woman who died for us to… Continue reading
The existence of love
Existence of love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry For dear Grandparent missed. Existence of love. Ice cream with a cherry. A safe warm house. A big yard to play in. Kind smiles and… Continue reading
Why do we write?
Why do we write story and poetry? A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old wise saying. “Nothing good to say. Say nothing.” Poetry, my dear friends, is a sacred incarnation of a smile. Poetry… Continue reading
One of my favorites.–Anything goes
Anything goes She sat next to me on the empty stool. Her sweet perfume I breathe in. I gave her a big Michigan smile. She returned the smile. We talks and drank for… Continue reading
“Nothing will last forever”
Nothing will last forever A Poem by Coyote Poetry A re-write from 1989 Nothing will last forever She sat alone. Her lingering tears falling down her beautiful face. I have told her… Continue reading
“Break me”
–Break me Please break me and make me bleed. Show me I’m alive. Make me die and bring me back to life. Dead men revived know life can be okay. Drink of my… Continue reading
“Flesh and bones”
Flesh and bones (Need a positive poem. Life is to be celebrated. Each day is a gift.) I fell from the top of the mountain. I stood with so many victories. I realized… Continue reading
Real music and some words.
Oh lord, I praying for better days. Please dear Lord. We need some help. Old world had went mad. We need to learn concern, kindness and love. We need to learn. Every… Continue reading
“Art and words”
Art and words A Poem by Coyote Poetry Art is poetry for the eyes. Art and words In ancient China. They believed there was an affinity between painting and poetry. The true… Continue reading