She wore flowers in her hair..
sometimes to the vulgarity of disappointment. We need to enjoy the bosom of love when love is near and tried not to weep when love leave us empty and sad. She fell asleep… Continue reading
Addicted to love..
Addicted to love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Need to have many dances and know a whole lot of laughter. Life is to be lived. Addicted to love.. True love,foolish love.Tantalizing dances into… Continue reading
Stop Revive Survive
Originally posted on Flicker of Thoughts:
No doesn’t always meanI Don’t want toIt meansI can’t right now Timing is everythingIt’s ok to say no The world shouldn’tpanalise youjust becauseyou put yourself firstinstead of…
Grandmother hope and wishes..
Grandmother hope and wishes. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I lost my Ojibwa Grandmother in 1981. She had a hard life. You would never know. She loved her children and wanted them to know… Continue reading
My father’s burdens…
My father’s burdens. A Poem by Coyote Poetry My father taught me to appreciate laughter and woman. My father’s burdens (My father was a Ojibwa/Mexican man in 1950 USA. He never allowed… Continue reading
Bounded love, till my last breathe.
Bounded love. Till my last breathe. The moment I held you. Sweet child of mercy. You brought hope to my sad heart. Your laughter, your smile. Now each day. I look forward to… Continue reading
Sweet Peggy. Drinking alone.
Sweet Peggy. Drinking alone. She is sitting alone in the warm Florida evenings, drinking alone. She is raw, sexy and like a wild cat in the tropics. She is hungry, desperate and… Continue reading
The Angels don’t cry for me..
The Angels don’t cry for me. A Poem by Coyote Poetry A very old poem. I learn you can’t be forgiven. We, just must learn, to live with the foolishness already done. The Angels… Continue reading