Goodbye
Goodbye A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Need more hellos and less goodbyes More hellos and less goodbyes I stood by my father old house. I remembered I came here to find… Continue reading
Tag Archive: John Castellenas
Do we care?
Do we care? (A old poem. Today kids are being killed. 51 million on welfare. How many people are desperate? Spend less on war and more on create jobs. This story made me… Continue reading
“Bloody Carnival”
Bloody Carnival A Poem by Coyote Poetry HIV, Starvation and War. Hard to see the good in this world. Bloody Carnival Disoriented and disenchanted with my world around me. The carnage and blood… Continue reading
“If I was the king of the forest.” Written in 1978
IF I was the king of the forest. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old memories and old dreams. If I was the King of the Forest. American Soldiers drinking with boisterous and… Continue reading
Part three. New York city. “The Chelsea Hotel”
The Chelsea Hotel A Chapter by Coyote Poetry The third chapter. I hope you enjoy. The Chelsea Hotel We were served the Lombardi’s pizza. We chose the deep-dish pizza. Recommended by the… Continue reading
Lake Huron
A summer day at Lake Huron We must remember the good days. The Sandusky Carnival and Lake Huron. Photos are reminders. The good days are near. Just need to remember. The… Continue reading
Black boy down
Black boy down A Poem by Coyote Poetry Time we surpass the color of skin. It is 2014, brothers and sisters. Black boy down Another kid killed in the USA. Media described… Continue reading
“Divine Nature”
Divine Nature A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need long walks into the deep forest. Nature can show us we are just part of a living system that need coöperation of all of… Continue reading
New York city. Part two. Central Park.
Central Park A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A day in New York Central Park I awoke smelling fresh coffee and pancakes/bacon being cooked. I saw Dorothy was busy in her kitchen. I… Continue reading
“Some days can be perfect”
Some days can be perfect A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is like the sea. We can be as powerful as a Winter storm or quiet as the smooth dance of the morning… Continue reading