One tin soldier.
One tin soldier… A prologue to a good life. We need sin, we need whiskey and we need kind women. I learn the rage of Hemingway and the sadness of Salinger and Kosinski.… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Coyote Poetry
My home is Northern Michigan. Veteran day poetry.
My home is Northern Michigan… I sat by the Cherry trees of Michigan in Northern Michigan and I remembered a good friend. We were not young, we were serving in the Army. 25… Continue reading
Adrift in memories.
1- The night rain. Velvet and silk dreams turned stormy and dark.I held you close and I whispered.A little bit longer dear love,I want to listen to your heart and hear you speak,I… Continue reading
My father’s burden. Veteran day poetry.
(My father in 1996.) Father’s burden. A Poem by Coyote Poetry My father taught me to appreciate laughter and woman. Father’s burden (My father was a Ojibwa/Mexican man in 1950 USA. He… Continue reading
You did not leave me my friend. A Veteran day poem.
You did not leave me my friend. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some scars cannot heal. We learn to live with them. … Continue reading
What is real? What is not? Seek knowledge and learn what is true.
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 midnight hour.
The midnight hours.. I knew when I met her near the sea. She was a dangerous endeavor. Her wild sea blue eyes and gentle voice, I could see the wild world in eyes… Continue reading
We need barefoot days.
We need barefoot days. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I need a warm day. We need barefoot days.. Prettiest girl in my world dances near Lake Huron. She ran to me with open arms… Continue reading
Don’t allow the world to make you beg.
Don’t allow the world to make you beg.. Can we be imprison by lies? Can we be locked away and forgotten? Don’t allow the liars into your mind, don’t allow the naysayers to… Continue reading
The pretty things, the dangerous things.
The pretty thing, the dangerous things.. Once I held treasure. We danced in the lost and found of seeking happiness. Once we were fearless and we knew laughter. We had Gypsy souls and… Continue reading