Lest we shall forget and a amazing song.
Lest we forgot.. My old bones are sore, my eyes are weaker and the whiskey taste harder tonight. I ain’t searching for Jesus, I ain’t searching for the Devil. I have found both and… Continue reading
Tag Archive: God
Old poetry. Same meaning. The gospel told by the common man.
The Gospel told by a common man A Poem by Coyote Poetry World is going crazy. USA need to reset our goals. President dumb as rock, making the rich folks more wealthy and the children go without food. Children… Continue reading
Brick, upon another brick..
Brick, upon another brick.. Men, believe in his youth. Life is his to take. Young men believe life is now, just borrow and steal everything you can. Tomorrow may not come. He learn… Continue reading
The angels don’t cry for me..
(Johnnie in 1991 on the Iraq border) The Angels don’t cry for me. A Poem by Coyote PoetryA very old poem. I learn you can’t be forgiven. Just to live with the foolishness. The… Continue reading
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
Forgiveness..
Forgiveness The man at the booth with the bible. Asked me do I needhelp? His eyes penetrated me like he could see me drowning in sin. I told him somethings in life can’t be forgiven. He… Continue reading
The colors of our world..
The colors of our world… Black, white, brown and yellow. What is the different? I am so tire of the colors, tossed in my face. Isn’t a man, just a man, a woman,… Continue reading
Remembering Martin Luther King Jr.
Remembering Martin Luther King Jr. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Someone said to remember M.L.K. We should do acts of kindness. I believe he would appreciate his memory of anti-violence and love to be… Continue reading
A killer on the road..
Young Johnnie waiting to go home.(1992 photo) My time in the Middle East. Killer on the road.. A Iraqi man sipping his coffee.He watched the military trucks drive by. He looked to the sky and… Continue reading
What is real?
What is real.. Poetry, my dear friends,is a sacred incarnation of a smile.Poetry is a sigh that dries the tears.Poetry is a spirit who dwells in the soul,who nourishment is the heart,who wine… Continue reading