My little one…
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
Tag Archive: Friendship
Your face…
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 Basel, Maybe Florence…
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 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)
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
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.
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
My kind friend, I remember.
The last time I saw your face, my kind friend. I remember. When we are blessed with youth and vinegar. We don’t know. We have few mentors and people who shall… Continue reading
Coming home
Coming home A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some days faces of friends lost to war appear in my thoughts. Coming home I go alone early every Wednesday to the nearby Veteran memorial.… Continue reading
“Old soldier”
Old Soldier A Story by Coyote Poetry Only Soldiers understand what another soldier had seen and felt. Strangers to war and violence cannot understand. When you are near death for too long.… Continue reading