We are just bones/ flesh and blood waiting to be turn to dust..
We are just bones/flesh and blood waiting to be turn to dust. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Why do we live? I believe a wise person lived celebrating every new born day. We… Continue reading
Tag Archive: faith
Should of loved you more..
Should of loved you more.. He left love doorway 2,500 miles away. The hardest and coldest man, he loved the whiskey and he loved the taverns. He loved the darkest days and he… Continue reading
A Lake St. Clair prayer..
A Lake St. Clair prayer.. I’m far from my first love. The Pacific ocean.The Pacific ocean stole my heart years ago andshe made me yearn to be near her and wish to dance… Continue reading
The simple rules..
The simple rules A Poem by Coyote Poetry If we show respect to all people. Love the land. Led with kindness and love. This world would be a better place. The simple rules..… 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
Never trust a man or women, who doesn’t drink..
I was a soldier once and I painted my face to the face of war. Now I attempt to forget the damn wars with the good drink, the kind women and the ancient… Continue reading
The hanging tree…
The hanging tree… In 1991, I needed nothing, I wanted nothing. I was seeking the good death. A pretty lady with the saddest eyes in Michigan, she asked me. What are seeking Johnnie?… Continue reading
Ancient floors..
Ancient floors.. In the mirrors of time.Old windows may never be closed. Surging memories and regret leave us wishing we were kinder and better.The broken roads leave me spiraling in the memories of… Continue reading
Brother peace, Sister love..
(A prayer for peace) Brother peace, sister love. ( Old poetry. The world had not changed.) I had sat by graves of 20,000 Soldiers killed in World War two outside of Paris. Men who died for freedom. The last… Continue reading
The sins of our fathers.
(My father at sixty-one in 1998. The only time, he saw my daughter. The war and boozed killed him a month later.) Father’s eyes and anger.. Is my Father’s eyes and anger.Are they… Continue reading