My father war, my father lasting sins.
Father’s wars, my father lasting sins.. (My served in the Korea war and the Vietnam war. After the war, he killed three people in bars for disrespecting his Ojibwa/Mexican face. Took him 50… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Father
My father’s burden..
(Last day with my father, Summer 1996.) He left me with strength and wisdom. We must do the right things. My father’s burden. A Poem by Coyote Poetry My father taught me to appreciate… Continue reading
Sins of our father..
Sins of our father. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We can learn kindness from living and seeing hate and violence. Father’s eyes and anger… Is my Father’s eyes and anger.Are they mine now? I… Continue reading
Knuckles red, knuckles bleeding..
Knuckle red, knuckles bleeding… (Today Johnnie is angry. Sometime I feel like my father. I am just a observer of the ugly world.) His knuckles red, his knuckles bleeding. My father fought and… Continue reading
My father’s song..
My father’s song…Greatest man I ever known. He told me often. “Life isn’t easy and we we must be stronger than what life give us. Better to be piss and vinegar than lay… Continue reading
My father’s song..
My father’s song (My father passed Jack Isaacs on 29 January 2022. Was 93 years old and he was tough as nails.) Greatest man I ever known. He told me often. “Life isn’t… Continue reading
Father never cried..
Father never cried… My father drank his rum and coke every night. As a child, I accepted his want to find peace in the rum. I would sit with him and I saw… Continue reading
Father’s eyes…
Father’s eyes A Poem by Coyote Poetry It is hard not to follow your Father’s footsteps. But we must sometimes. Father’s eyes and anger…. 7 April 2009 (Part one. Wiser and smarter man. … Continue reading
The walls and the damn mirrors…
A Poem by Coyote Poetry Can’t hide what we became when we see our reflection in the mirrors” The walls and the damn mirrors… My father told me the Devil like to dance… Continue reading