Mercy. We more kindness. Less anger.
Mercy A Story by Coyote Poetry (A sad poem. We need more friends. More kindness.) Mercy. Young black man, 22-year-old.He sat alone and ate alone in the mess hall for many days.I watched him… Continue reading
Tag Archive: God
A little mercy now.
A little mercy now. I know, I am fragments of what I was. Once loudmouth and crazy man. His eyes are heavy with sadness and memories. He told the falling sun. The mercy… Continue reading
Relish and relinquish.
Relish and relinquish A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Life is long and we must know what hold on to.” Relish… Continue reading
Merry Christmas and a poem. Heal, not kill.
“Peace comes from within. Do not seek it without.”― Gautama Buddha Heal, not kill. The world had turn blood red. Where are the voices of calm and peace? Brother killing brother in Iraq. Who… Continue reading
You and me. Hanging with lovely Taylor.
You and me? A long time ago. We had the same hope and dreams. We found each other again, drowning in old regret and good whiskey in the dark Texas taverns. You told… Continue reading
Petite mort.
Petite mort. She was a portrait of beauty.Her love was locked away, waiting for the perfect man and the gentle embrace. She asked me. Was any kindness or good left in me? I… Continue reading
Killer on the road.
Killer on the road (Blessed is the man who can learn peace and justice without shedding blood) A Poem by Coyote Poetry (What good and bad we do in a life. The scars will… 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 learns… Continue reading
I love you; I love you; I love you.
I love you; I love you; I love you. I wanted new wars and adventure. You wanted soft hands in your hands. Someone to hold you tightly in the coldness of the lonely… Continue reading
My November song.
The November song. I told the Winter sky, I am in the November of my life. I asked the Lake St. Clair, did I do enough? I have built many mini-rock gardens of… Continue reading