The canvas of love…
The canvas of love A Poem by Coyote Poetry True love is real art. We must use our imagination, draw out plans. Touch with gentle movements create emotion that will expand to great beauty… Continue reading
The canvas of love A Poem by Coyote Poetry True love is real art. We must use our imagination, draw out plans. Touch with gentle movements create emotion that will expand to great beauty… Continue reading
( My father and daughter in 1997. He died three months later.) A Poem by Coyote Poetry We can learn kindness from living and seeing hate and violence. Father’s eyes and anger.. Is… Continue reading
My good friends killed in Iraq in 2004 with my daughter and his two daughters. Shadows A Poem by Coyote Poetry We can’t escape the bad or the good done in a life. Shadows….… Continue reading
Grandparent, family. Sanctuary of love and kindness… Old friends have left me. Warm and safe houses are gone. Friendly and kind words are missed. Old faces with smiles and with always an open doors went… Continue reading
Ancient warrior A Poem by Coyote Poetry Blood cannot change. Sometime must go back to your place of birth to learn peace. Ancient warrior… I drove to the forest.Away from the city.I took my… Continue reading
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 never allowed anyone to look down at him.) Father didn’t… Continue reading
(My children. I adopted into my life in 1996. Now strong and wise. I have nine grandchildren. We must set the example for our children. Be kind, lead with concern and listen.) The… Continue reading
I hope I make it till the Spring… A Poem by Coyote Poetry A old poem. I learn I wasn’t important after second brother committed suicide in 1999. I learn to be kind to… Continue reading