Category Archive: sadness

Just poetry. Enjoy

Three short poems A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words                            -Old man Standing by dirt and gravestone. I whispered I… Continue reading

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One of my favorites “Flesh and bones.”

          Flesh and bones I fell from the top of the mountain. I stood with so many victories. I realized too late. They don’t mean too much. Beautiful young… Continue reading

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The Raven and the Coyote

The Raven and the Coyote A Story by Coyote Poetry A story. Some of my Ojibwa heritage coming out.                              The Raven and the Coyote The Raven watched the moon. Her interest awoken… Continue reading

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“Just meat and tales of kisses”

Just meat and tales of kisses A Poem by Coyote Poetry Quotes from Jack London book “When God laughs” “Well, I have. He was like this beefsteak. You an’ me is eatin’. It… Continue reading

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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

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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

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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

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The gathering

              Good friend lost to war with his two girls and my daughter     The gathering (Combination of a poem written in 1992 and today. Nothing… Continue reading

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One of my favorite poems. “Two out of three ain’t bad.”

                            Two out of three ain’t bad.     I was sitting alone in a Austin tavern in 1996. Drinking… Continue reading

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Last person standing

Last person standing A Poem by Coyote Poetry Not a happy prose poem. A poem to create logic and question my friend.                                Last person standing I had a bad dream. A realistic… Continue reading

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