Hands of stone
Hands of stone A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love make our hands of stone, soft and tender to the people we love and care for. We must make time for the family. Be kind… Continue reading
Category Archive: poem
My sanctuary
Sanctuary ——————————————————————– I love you my pretty, I love you for a thousand reasons. You make me feel important and safe. In my confused and hard world, you listen to me in the… Continue reading
Just might.
Just might She gave me a kind smile as we danced the Texas two-step. She whispered in my wanting hears. “Dear Johnnie. People are foolish. They long to stay and long to escape… Continue reading
Some quote and almost 2020
Quotes and thoughts about peace and war A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words ” Peace cannot be kept by force; it can only be achieved by understanding. Albert Einstein” “An eye for an eye… Continue reading
The illusion, A Ojibwa prayer
THE ILLUSION, A Ojibwa prayer I told the pretty poet. I have too much now. I would give away if I could. Sell the car, sell the house and keep a few books… Continue reading
The “Medicine wheel”
Wisdom of the Medicine wheel I have been lucky. Many kind Native Americans took me under their wing and taught me how to find peace. At the Mall I went to… Continue reading
You are my poetry.
You are my poetry Forlorn love, treasured memories. You used to read poetry to me by the candle light. You were my heavenly voice, sweet songs when life became too hard. Once we… Continue reading
California
California Once fearless man loved the Pacific, once brave man loved the hippy girls who sang and drank all night long. Once free man, don’t like his cage, no-more. He remember the… Continue reading
Pretty face, don’t mean pretty heart.
Pretty face, don’t mean pretty heart. She was so damn pretty and she moved through life like a panther in the free forest on the hunt. Her eyes were black as coal and… Continue reading
The city of lights or anywhere.
The city of lights or anywhere. We sat drinking the American whiskey in a Paris tavern where Dear Hemingway drank his whiskey. I love Paris. Kind Paris hide the secrets well. Lover’s… Continue reading