Coming home…
Coming home… I sat in the plane from Philly. Heading to a place I ran away from.1000 days ago, I wanted war, new places and better ending. The splendor was war wasn’t so… Continue reading
Coming home… I sat in the plane from Philly. Heading to a place I ran away from.1000 days ago, I wanted war, new places and better ending. The splendor was war wasn’t so… Continue reading
Seconds in time A Poem by Coyote Poetry What would we say to the people who were kind and generous to you? To be able to say goodbye to loves one’s who died when… Continue reading
My Grandfather house (First written on 14 March 1980- Rewritten 29 December 2015) Time has moved too quickly.I have growth from a small lad to a old man. I remember following you my… 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