The irony of a love tale, maybe love, maybe not?
The irony of a love tale, maybe love, maybe not? She told me. The irony of a love tale, maybe love, maybe not? She told me, Fickle I am, fickle I was. I… Continue reading
The irony of a love tale, maybe love, maybe not? She told me. The irony of a love tale, maybe love, maybe not? She told me, Fickle I am, fickle I was. I… Continue reading
Love is, just another four letter word… A Poem by Coyote Poetry July new poetry thirty-five… The word, Love is. Just another four letter word… She was so tire of the useless words spoken… Continue reading
You are the love of my life A Poem by Coyote Poetry We forget sometimes to show love to the people who truly loved us. You are the love of my life… Once… Continue reading
1- What is left? The dead will not rise.War steal the best from us.Who remember the people in the mass graves? 2- Children cry, Soldiers die.. Old friend, you were killed in Iraq.So… Continue reading
Dance of sweet dreams and nightmares. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I’m old today. The people who accept war as norm. Will they accept their children dying for religion and hate? The dance… Continue reading
The fragrance of time… We cannot stop time. Youth run away from us so quickly. We must have a Gypsy soul. We must know wonder-lust, we must kiss many pretty ladies and we… Continue reading
In your eyes A Poem by Coyote Poetry We can feel like kings or paupers when a woman bless you with love and kindness. In your eyes… In your eyes.I’m everything,the sun and… Continue reading
My Ojibwa Grandmother chant A Poem by Coyote Poetry I lost my Ojibwa Grandmother in 1981. I tried to be like her. Children must know freedom and not be afraid of life. My… Continue reading
Mercy.. 1- She was so fine, she was so sweet. Prettiest Texas gal in Belton asked me for a dance. I told her, yes ma. She took my hands and we went to… Continue reading
Originally posted on George Ellington:
when first I nervous heardher voice from afar,I felt the edges of timedrawing swiftly near my veined hand trembledas if my naked hearthad been exposed at onceto the…