Cocoa beach..
Cocoa beach.. I received a phone call. Sweet Peggy called and asked. “Please come to see me. I live in Cocoa beach and I’m very lonely. I need a friend.” I heard in… Continue reading
Tag Archive: History
My grandmother hope and wishes..
(My grandparent in 1979 in Detroit.) A Poem by Coyote PoetryI lost my Ojibwa Grandmother in 1981. She had a hard life. You would never know. She loved her children and wanted them to… Continue reading
Beatrice Marcella..
Beatrice Marcella.. I found a twenty-five year old storage bag. Filled with old photos and old letters. I went through them, one by one. Each photo showed me a stranger, who lived and… Continue reading
Where have the Ojibwa gone..
“Only when the last tree has died and the last river has been poisoned and the last fish been caught will we realize we cannot eat money.” “Treat the earth well: it was… Continue reading
The lost generation. Part three.
“YELLOW RIBBON Around her hair she wore a yellow ribbonShe wore it in the spring time, in the early month of MayAnd if you asked her why the heck she wore itShe’d say… Continue reading
Missing pieces. Part two.
In October 1950, a North Korean Army major referred to as “The Tiger” took command of more than 700 American servicemen who had been captured and interned as POWs. In August 1953, following… Continue reading
Missing pieces…
The missing pieces A Poem by Coyote Poetry Fragrance of what we were do appear. I looked into the mirror. The once warrior had become the house plant. This is sad.” … Continue reading
The Scarborough fair..
The Scarborough Fair… One ” I told the white cliffs of Dover. My wars are over and I have forgotten my face, my voice, my home . I have become a stranger.” Two … Continue reading
We were just men and women..
We were just Men and Woman… 20 soldiers sat and waiting in a room .The education of War written deep in their brains and hearts. Their souls became polluted with word kill, protect… Continue reading
Blind fury..
Blind fury A Poem by Coyote Poetry I’m tire of war. How many more will die for the greed of war? Who will learn new tears that won’t ever end?” Blind fury.. Is… Continue reading