We stole, we borrowed and we wanted more..
We stole, we borrowed and we wanted more.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry My muse is alive today. We stole, we borrowed and we wanted more.. Beautiful poet came to me and she whispered.… Continue reading
We stole, we borrowed and we wanted more.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry My muse is alive today. We stole, we borrowed and we wanted more.. Beautiful poet came to me and she whispered.… Continue reading
Disease.. Two strangers sat together.Discussing things that didn’t matter. The woman looked at the man.Told him.“I was once a beauty once.Men begged for my attention.” He whispered.“Beauty is one less burden you… Continue reading
(Johnnie and baby Beulah in 1998) Bloody anger A Poem by Coyote PoetryNegative words and anger lead to dead-ends and separations. A wise man is quiet when anger control his mind. Bloody anger.. Sometime I… Continue reading
(My grandparent in 1979 in Detroit.) A Poem by Coyote PoetryI lost my Ojibwa Grandmother in 1981. She had a hard life. You would never know. She loved her children and wanted them to… Continue reading
My November song.. I told the Winter sky, I am in the November of my life. I asked the Lake St. Clair, did I do enough? I slowly built my mini-rock garden of… Continue reading
Please remember who you were… I saw a old friend sitting alone in a Austin, Texas at the coffee shop. Her eyes looking down at the table and her coffee, hiding her sorrow.… Continue reading
Dear Andrea… I remembered dear Andrea. A lovely Michigan gal, once was kind to my young heart. I wrote into a notebook. “Time has pass us by,old wounds don’t hurt so badly.Old sorrow… Continue reading
She was a dancer… She was a dancer and I was the Monterey Irish Pub drunk. She could paint the sea, she could paint the forest and she could paint beautiful faces and… Continue reading
Nothing could stop me… Nothing could stop me from seeking you. A gentle Summer breeze caressed my face, warning me of a new journey to touch.Nothing could stop me from following you, walking… Continue reading
The Lake Huron song… Closed wounds can bleed again, no healing for true love lost.You and I, we were Summer wine and Lake Huron late night swim.You were the prettiest girl I had… Continue reading