Everything.
Everything A Poem by Coyote Poetry How much do we truly need? Everything. If I lost everything. Would I become afraid? We live in a time. Where needing more and more is the… Continue reading
Tag Archive: God
The song of the seasons. An Ojibwa tale.
The songs of seasons A Story by Coyote Poetry A Native American tale. The song of fall Warm days, cold nights.Create a restless passion.I can hear the whisper of the windon a solitary… Continue reading
I don’t need you.
I don’t need you A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Words do have great power and strength.” I don’t need you. At the Purgatory Inn. Old men wisdom means little.Dead men wisdom is buried and… Continue reading
Wisdom of a long life.
Wisdom of a long life. When we are born.Even the poorest of people have opportunities. Outcasts and poor folks seem to work harder.They appreciate every small or large victory.They grasp books and reach… Continue reading
The gospel told by a common man. 2026 version.
The Gospel told by a common man A Poem by Coyote Poetry World is going crazy. USA need to reset our goals. Mask men roaming the USA create chaos. Why? The Gospel told by… Continue reading
Damn the ancient Gods.
Damn the ancient Gods. Pretty lady laid bare in heart and soul watching the sun fall into the sea.She looked at me and told me. Damn the gods who hate love, they tried… Continue reading
I hate you, War.
I hate you, War Dear grandchild. I’m so sorry. I left you just blood and hate. My father left me Vietnam, and I left you in a world swimming in red blood of… Continue reading
Life is sweet, death is sweeter.
Life is sweet, death is sweeter. (When you lose your brothers to suicide. So many questions shall never be answered.) Child with your eye closed to living. How can I bring hope and… Continue reading
The word man.
Many years ago. In 1991 to 1993. I would read my poetry on the coastline of California. I had some fans too. Old woman and young girls. They called me the word man. I carry a… Continue reading
Dreams don’t die. Can be heard by wise people in the gentle wind.
Dreams don’t die. Can be heard by wise people in the gentle wind and never forgotten. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Can’t allow war to blind us from peace. Guns and hate will close… Continue reading