Deny love..
Deny love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Thank you Sarah ~ Lady Idriel for the use of a few lines. Deny love.. “How could I love you the wrong way?How could this be… Continue reading
Deny love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Thank you Sarah ~ Lady Idriel for the use of a few lines. Deny love.. “How could I love you the wrong way?How could this be… Continue reading
The old Soldier… A Story by Coyote Poetry Only Soldiers understand what another soldier had saw and felt. Strangers to war and violence cannot understand. When you are near death for too long. You… Continue reading
I understand why we protect the wildflowers now. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Wildflowers are protected in Michigan. Took me years to understand why. I lost a good friend to war in August 2004.… Continue reading
My little one A Poem by Coyote Poetry For Amie D. A miss poet and friend. My little one…Love, Amie, love.Five foot tall, hair of strawberry red.Sweet smile that can steal your heart.… Continue reading
Your face.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry July poetry number nineteen. Your face… I brought her close and I told her. Honey, you will be alright. We will figure something out. Her eyes were… Continue reading
Maybe Florence, maybe Basel… “June poetry number nine… Beautiful places, beautiful places. We shall never forget.” Once beautiful Swiss gal befriended me in the late Spring of 1979. We met in London and… Continue reading
The wisp/ the kiss, the memory. The Long Island ice tea…. Part one He had traveled 1500 miles to see her face and he went to her home. He waited for her and… Continue reading
Ly O Lay Ale Loya (Circle Dance) The elder is burning the sage, cleansing the air of separation. He told the people, many races, many hearts and we are becoming one in… Continue reading
More than a name on the wall (Freedom isn’t free. Some men and women, gave everything away for freedom.) I became the old soldier in the tavern now. Drinking with the ghosts of… Continue reading
Hey brother, hey sister It is January 8th and the cold of Winter is upon me. The slowness of January allowed me to remember friends alive and gone. Today I remember young men… Continue reading