The good path.
The good path A Poem by Coyote Poetry We learn with age. What we truly need. The good path.. Where do I go from here? I have made a thousand right and wrong… Continue reading
Everything.
Everything A Poem by Coyote Poetry How much do we truly need? Everything.. If I lost everything. Would I become afraid? We live in a time. Where needing more and more is the… Continue reading
What the value of words?
Words A Poem by Coyote Poetry Do words have value? Words.. Once I was the talker, the jokester, the man who laughed at the struggle of the world. I believed I was invincible and… Continue reading
Choose the road you love.
Choose the road you love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is simple. Find something you enjoy. Then do it. (Nirvana-The supreme happiness that according to Buddhism comes when all passion, hatred and … Continue reading
Sara Little Wolf.
Sara Little Wolf… Once a pretty Ojibwa gal stole my heart and my thoughts. Her coffee brown eyes and golden brown skin made me wish to swim in her kind and gentle eyes.… Continue reading
The willow trees.
The willow trees.. Old poet told the girl. We must try to go back to where we were, if we can. The bright eyed girl asked with wonder, dear poet, I come to… Continue reading
Please tell me a story.
Please tell me a story.. Lovely lady watching the sun rising from the east. Her wandering mind is dancing upon yesterdays deeds and today possibilities. I asked her. Pretty woman, please wrap your… Continue reading
Now nothing remains the same.
Now nothing remains the same.. Your name came to me late in the midnight hour. Brought back the canvas of your perfect body, kind smile and your beautiful face. Your name, Fabiola. Made… Continue reading
The Waltz.
The Waltz A Poem by Coyote PoetryThe ocean and love create emotions and passion that stay with us forever. The waltz. We were doing a waltz upon the beach. The waves were the orchestra and the… Continue reading
She used to love me a lot.
She used to love me a lot… I saw my ancient love and she was drinking the whiskey straight, sitting alone at the Purgatory Inn in Ann Arbor. I told the waitress, send… Continue reading