Without Borders (Short Poem)
Originally posted on A Broth of Blogs:
I cannot see a better time to showcase this poem I had posted before and urge all to remove religion and borders as a reason to…
Passion is the source of our finest moments.
Originally posted on Purplerays:
“Passion, it lies in all of us, sleeping… waiting… and though unwanted… unbidden… it will stir… open its jaws and howl. It speaks to us… guides us… passion rules…
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