Poetry, my dear friends, is a sacred incarnation of a smile. Poetry is a sigh that dries the tears. Poetry is a spirit who dwells in the soul, who nourishment is the heart, … Continue reading
The missing pieces A Poem by Coyote Poetry Fragrance of what we were do appear. I looked into the mirror. The once warrior had become the house plant. This is sad. … Continue reading
Peace will come. (Today the world leaders are naysayers and liars. Speaking peace and killing. Old wise saying. Can’t speak peace and war in the same sentence.) My child, don’t you cry. War… Continue reading
Blood in, blood out A Poem by Coyote Poetry An eye for an eye world. No-one can win. When hate and violence steal all the kindness and hope. What will be left my friend?… Continue reading
1- Do we remember who started the war? We remember the winner. And the dead are quiet. 2- My Ojibwa grandmother told me. White people took everything from me. I don’t hate them… Continue reading
One Tin soldier.. I have become a vulgar man. Once I had a young heart. Love didn’t darken my heart, love didn’t darken my mind. Life did. He told the mirror in the… Continue reading
Who is right? Who is wrong? Do we remember the reasons for war? The victor can remember and the dead people/ dear cities and homeless have no place to go and they are… Continue reading
Are we crazy the people of this world? A Poem by Coyote Poetry I worry for the children. What will be left for them? (The white people think we do not know their value,… Continue reading
Who will ring the bell? Who will ring the bell when the last soldier is dead? The great liars in Washington D.C shrouded lies with fake glory. Making the sheep believe war is… Continue reading
Dirty, dirty world. Messy, messy world. Gun are being shot, people die. Who cry for the people in the way of the wars. Are the dead, acceptable death? Who is praying for the… Continue reading