That is no way to say goodbye.
That isn’t no way to say goodbye. You were my warm Spring Day. The sun, the moon and my flowing river of hope. You were my first love and last love. I came… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Family
Ojibwa grandmother chants.
Ojibwa Grandmother chant A Poem by Coyote Poetry “I lost my Ojibwa Grandmother in 1981. I tried to be like her. Children must know freedom and not be afraid of life.” Ojibwa Grandmother… Continue reading
I need a Springtime kiss, a summer love.
I need a Springtime kiss, a summer love. I need a Springtime kiss, a summer love.I wonder if love was ever real for me.I asked the rising moon, my dearest love, I remember… Continue reading
I will waltz and sing with the angels again.
I wrote some names down to paper, each name were kind mentors to me. In quiet prayers, I pray to sit with them again, talk till we can’t no-more. I know in heaven,… Continue reading
I knew how to sing once dear Julie.
I knew how to sing once dear Julie. Once I believe in love and I believed in the ambrosia of forever.When I drink my coffee late at night and I write. Sweet memories… Continue reading
The waltz of the Angels. Remembering dear Joey.
The waltz of the Angels. I told the barkeeper. Keep the long Island ice teas coming. Sunday morning is a-coming. I need to be blinded by the morning. He gave me a sad… Continue reading
Lessons engraved into my mind and my heart.
Lessons engraved into my mind and my heart. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is learning to be wiser and kinder. Lessons engraved into my mind and my heart. The hollow hour leaves me alone with my thoughts.Hidden… Continue reading
What will I remember? Merry Christmas to you.
What will I remember? A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Life is long. People are many. What is truly important?” What will I remember? Days pass by. Life goes on. What will I hold on… Continue reading
Merry Christmas. Some words/ some photos.
The Christmas spirit Christmas is here. Grandchildren are content, no school and gifts to come. Grandchildren at my house today and the house is filled with laughter and joy. Another year is ending.… Continue reading
Merry Christmas. Please call the people you love, they may need a kind voice.
(Two brothers who committed suicide before their twenties birthdays. One in 1988 and one in 1989.} “A sad one. If you feel death is more important than life. Please call me. Maybe I… Continue reading