Passing through.
Passing through A poet and writer exchanging words and thoughts. The Coffee house poet told the writer. We can never win. Jack London once wrote. “The gods always win. Men believe they can… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Bible
I can show you God.
I can show you God A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just thoughts and things to ponder on” I can show you God. (Please question the leader who don’t want to feed the poor… Continue reading
The Texas jazz. I do need.
“Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are the cultivated. For these there is hope.… Continue reading
Divine Nature.
Divine Nature A Poem by Coyote PoetryWe need long walks into the deep forest. Nature can show us we are just part of a living system that need cooperation of all of us for… Continue reading
Just men.
Just men A Poem by Coyote Poetry My first job in country of Kuwait in 1992. Move the dead frozen Iraqi Soldiers bodies from Death Valley. Just men (I got to Iraq. My first… Continue reading
I can show you God.
I can show you God A Poem by Coyote PoetryJust thoughts and things to ponder on I can show you God… The great search for God is fruitless for some. I knew… Continue reading
The Gospel told by a common man.
The Gospel told by a common man A Poem by Coyote Poetry World is going crazy. USA need to reset our goals. An old poem. Now Trump had military attacking cities. Trying to separate… Continue reading
A dance with death.
A dance with Death. (If you are lucky. We get warnings to change our ways. Years ago, I was trying to drink myself to death. A beautiful woman changes my direction. Spirits with… Continue reading
The songs of the seasons.
The song of fall. Warm days, cold nights.Create a restless passion.I can hear the whisper of the windon a solitary hill. Old Mother Nature is calling for aid.The water is sick with pollution.No… Continue reading
Are we crazy the people of this world?
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