Sara Little Wolf.
Sara Little Wolf… Once a pretty Ojibwa gal stole my heart and my thoughts. Her coffee brown eyes and golden brown skin made me wish to swim in her kind and gentle eyes.… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Coyote Poetry
Dreams, yesterday and love.
1- Dreams..I could of touched every dream. My sweet dreams went fleeting away,when you did not love me anymore.I didn’t know you were my fountain of hope and my muse in dreams and… Continue reading
The songs of the Great Lakes.
The song of the Great Lakes.. (Today we give thanks to the Creator for all that we have been given.Noongom nimiigwechiwi’aanaan Gizhe-Manidoo gakina gaa-miinigooyaang. We give thanks for the sky above and the… Continue reading
One whiskey, one cold beer and a good cigar.
One whiskey, one cold beer and a good cigar. Was a pretty Texas gal smiling at me. She purred like a kitten and I knew. I ordered one whiskey, one cold beer and… Continue reading
The sea of sadness and the storm of anger.
The sea of sadness and the storm of anger.. 1- Sergeant Major was my friend. I drove him home every night and he would drink. I asked him. My friend, why must you… Continue reading
Glorious love.
Glorious love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love can make us feel like kings and love can make us feel like a pauper. Glorious love. We danced and learned true laughter at the… Continue reading
Forgiveness.
1- The Violence Sea Anger erupts.The blind opens their eyes. Men on high horses.Tells us more stories to blind us. Entangled and enraged we try to see.We can’t see above the bullshit. Rich men in big houses.Tell… Continue reading
Forget me not.
Forget me not… I dreamed of you, I dreamed of us.I picked-up the phone.I was dreaming of your face, your voice, sweet like the German Summer wine.I dreamed of your long legs and… Continue reading
Never enough whiskey, she told me.
Never enough whiskey, she told me… Pretty girl drank alone, once we great lovers and now we have become strangers seeking nothing. I told her, damn tavern is place to die, dear Julia,… Continue reading
Memories of music.
Memories of music. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Music allowed the rebirth of memories and faces. Memories of music… Let me not fall into dreams of sadness.Allow the awful shadows of things lost.Not… Continue reading