Sins of our father.
(My father in 1996. He died two months later.) Sins of our father’s. A Poem by Coyote PoetryWe can learn kindness from living and seeing hate and violence. Father’s eyes and anger…. Is my… Continue reading
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Heal, not kill. For Palestine. Murder is murder.
(No place is safe. But cannot know fear. We must show the world. Freedom lived and good people will not falter. Pray for the people and the family of the city of Paris.… Continue reading
Happy New Year. The weeping song.
The weeping song. I wrote years ago. “When our soldiers are fighting in faraway wars. War will find us. War will come to our doorstep.” “Older men declare war. But it is youth… Continue reading
I wanted a true love once.
I don’t need you. At the Purgatory Inn. Old men wisdom means little.Dead men wisdom is buried and gone forever. I’m sitting with old writers and fellow non-believers in the lullabies of the… Continue reading
Everybody knows.
Everybody knows A Poem by Coyote Poetry I awoke pissed off today. Then my Poet of music Leonard Cohen set me off to describe my emotion. (I borrow a few lines from Leonard Cohen.Sometime we need to learn emotion… Continue reading
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
The sheep and the wolf.
The sheep and the wolf. The man lifts his bottle of cheap wine,telling the passing people.“You can’t go back after the words are spokento cut down a sweet love.”The old man didn’t ask… Continue reading
Je t’aime- I love you.
Je t’aime- I love you. You told me in Paris once. “Je t’aime my Johnnie.” Your words like sweet wine overtook my mind and heart. Today I remembered you. Dark brown eyes and… Continue reading
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