The Angels don’t cry for me. A Poem by Coyote PoetryA very old poem. I learn you can’t be forgiven. Just to live with the foolishness. The Angels don’ cry for me…. The kind… Continue reading →

September… I have always enjoys the days of Fall. The Summer days become memories and our wandering spirit began to slow down for the days of September.I love watching the trees in the… Continue reading →

Around and around we go. A Poem by Coyote PoetryLife is chance and opportunity. Better to be kind and hope for a good ending.                       Around and around we go…. Around and around we… Continue reading →

An empty book. A Poem by Coyote PoetryNeed to enjoy life. A good life is many friends and a lot of laughter.                                  An empty book…. An empty book is a lonely story.The great… Continue reading →

 You have saved me…. I remember sitting alone. Holding two brothers photos.Suicide was their escape from the cold and heartless world. Two Ojibwa/Mexican boys who saw no road except death as peace. I… Continue reading →

The karma of love A Poem by Coyote PoetryWhen we are young. We waste the gift of love.      The Karma of Love—-       Written on 5 March 1985  I remember when the sparkles in… Continue reading →

Waiting by the wayside. A Poem by Coyote PoetrySometime we must stop and re-adjust our life and thoughts.                                    Waiting by the wayside… I was  waiting by the wayside.Tried to figure out simple questions.Why… Continue reading →

The human touch. A Poem by Coyote PoetryThe easiest gift to give is concern, time and to listen. In a world of fast pace and little time. We must slow down and show the… Continue reading →

 A moment, of forever….                      “Holy as love… You were my Winter prayer, my Christmas miracle.We found a safe place to keep warm, we… Continue reading →

Riders on the storm… “Bad dream again, anger blasting my thoughts. Mad men killing and I don’t understand.15 year girl, Leila Hernandez, covered and protected her brother body and she was killed. A… Continue reading →