Wisdom gained in a long life. When we are born.Even the poorest of people have opportunities. Outcasts and poor folks seem to work harder.They appreciate every small or large victory.They grasp books and… Continue reading
Scars, we do have.. The saddest gal in Monterey asked me. You make me laugh when I want to cry, you make me smile when I want to disappear. You hold my hand,… Continue reading
A wing and a prayer.. He told the Lake St. Clair. We become, who suppose become. Hell-bound life can lead us to place of peace. He told the lady of the lake. Kind… Continue reading
A Poem by Coyote Poetry (I have been listening to Neil Young and Johnnie cash tonight. Good song creates powerful poetry.) God’s going to cut you down (Johnnie Cash) I told the kids.… Continue reading
My Joan of Arc. She painted her make-up upon perfect skin. She turned to me and she told me, “I need my war face tonight, I rarely show my real face to anyone,… Continue reading
We need more love words… The old house is quiet now. Once the three bedrooms house was filled with children and laughter. Once I had solid people near, strong people to sit with… Continue reading
The poet, the dancer and the artist… It was last warm days of Summer, the late August warm days were appreciated. Two men and one woman are drinking their coffee near the Port… Continue reading
Old wisdom. Live by the gun, die by the gun. (Charlie Kirk once said some gun deaths ‘worth it’ in order to have Second Amendment) (Minnesota State Representative Melissa Hortman and Minnesota State… Continue reading
I’m going to build me a heaven of my own. It was a majesty night and the music was so damn good.I have money for the Scottish whiskey and the night was young.A… Continue reading
Lost prayers.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Once I prayed for dying men of war, once I prayed for the dying of starvation and once, I prayed for people being killed become of religion.… Continue reading
