Rain Upon My Soul
Originally posted on Southern By Design:
My soul is thirsty but I have no more to give The spring has all but dried up within me My body decays as I long for…
“What men do?”
What men do? A Poem by Coyote Poetry The leaders of this government must be held responsible. What men do? ” Mothers should negotiate between nations. The mothers of fighting countries would… Continue reading
Everybody knows-part two
Everybody knows (Everybody knows Trickery and foolishness had led us to new place. Everybody knew we allowed a mad man to win. I hold no hatred for the Arabic people. They have been… Continue reading
For the North Dakota Native Americans Protester- Songs of the season.
The songs of seasons A Story by Coyote Poetry A Native American tale. The song of the Fall Warm days, cold nights. Create a restless passion. I can hear the whisper of the… Continue reading
Embraced.
Please read and listen to the amazing writer. HEALTH | INSPIRATION His heart unveiled before me,descended from fields above,let him free me with eternal songsand constrain me with his love. Lilacs amidst the autumn… Continue reading
“The gray whale”
The gray whale A Story by Coyote Poetry A very hard story. Need good friends to give us reason to be alive. The gray whale (For leona. A missed friend.) Empty bottles of… Continue reading
Waves
Originally posted on The wanderess:
Write me a poem About how my attenuated body is carried by the ocean’s tide About how my misery makes me feel Like I’m drowning. ? Write me a poem…
“Love demand payment”
Love demand payment. Young soldiers with old eyes sat alone by the New Jersey Atlantic sea. Writing words upon old journal for few to see. He wrote words with many meanings. Reap what… Continue reading
The Shadow Walked Away.
Originally posted on Sudden Denouement Collective:
? i. An old lonesome mirror stands there, in the middle of an abandoned room; existing in a domain where the silence…
Poet’s Love Song #romantictuesday
Originally posted on Brave & Reckless:
I have been thinking about the many way poets express love through words, how often we give our words to others like gifts and how rarely people…