Into the west..
Into the west… ( Johnnie need a warm day.) Westward bound winds are calling my name and the Pacific ocean is whispering to me. Please Johnnie, please come dance with me, I am… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Coyote Poetry
A Lady vow..
A Lady vow.. 1- A lady vow, maybe true, maybe a lie? Her pretty words are just promises to be broken. Her gift of a smile, her gift of a sweet kiss. Maybe… Continue reading
We are, what we become.
We are, what we become… 1- They tried to shame her, they could not. She saw in their dirty eyes, whiskey, sin and sadness. She knew what she wanted, and she took it.… Continue reading
Everything was you..
“Words become more important with time. Better to separate with kindness. No guarantee will meet again“ Everything was you… Waking up alone. Booze, blood and nothing is all I got. I have gone… Continue reading
Liar’s prayer..
Liar’s prayer A Poem by Coyote Poetry Reading ancient writers and computer was down. Started writing some new poetry. I hope you enjoy. Liar’s prayer… My kind and new friend. We sat together in the… Continue reading
21 gun salute..
One more day. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Wars need to end. No-one win in war.” Twenty one gun salute.. LoyaltyDutyRespectSelfless serviceHonorIntegrityPersonal courage(Soldier creed) Standing tall and looking good.Ought to be in Hollywood. Brotherhood of Soldiers.Ain’t… Continue reading
Dark eyes Angel who lost her wings..
Dark Eyes Angel who losts her wing. (I was still roaming the country. The days when time wasn’t a concern. May 1994. Writing and reading poetry brought me the confused and lost woman.… Continue reading
The Raven and the Coyote..
The Raven and the Coyote A Story by Coyote Poetry A story. Some of my Ojibwa heritage coming out.” The Raven and the Coyote.. The Raven watched the moon. Her interest awoken by… Continue reading
The Nightingale song..
The Nightingale song.. The Ojibwa grandfather volunteered to watch the five grandchildren and he took them to the big water. He told them if you listen well, you can hear the nightingale songs… Continue reading
The brown eyed girl..
The brown eyed girl… I love the days of April, I love the comfort of the Spring sun upon my face. I adore the kind places when I can rejoice to the Lake… Continue reading