The Coyote song, lest we forget.
The Coyote song, lest we forget. Lately the days have become slower and I want less. Once the wild Coyote ran and ran till he found some pleasure, some laughter and a safe… Continue reading
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Love, did whisper to me on a Summer day.
Love, did whisper to me on a Summer day. She was a butterfly dancing in the wind, her long colorful dress moving with the breeze and love, did whisper to me on a… Continue reading
I drink alone.
I drink alone. Prettiest and meanest gal in the jazz bar. She drank alone. She looked into the mirror and she told the mirror. Fuck you. Pretty Sheila wanted no voices. She loved… Continue reading
Michigan Summer poetry. And a beautiful Yvonne Elliman song.
1- Once a pretty Iron Mountain girl, we tasted love kiss, did slow dances for the moon and we reached for the midnight stars. She was a lovely wish, never forgotten. 2- I… Continue reading
Things lost, things found. And a lovely Sharleen Spiteri song.
Things lost, things found. My scattered memories reappear in wild dreams. I remember forgotten face, I remember forgotten places and I remember the last conversations with great people, I have known. Things lost,… Continue reading
Kindness.
My grandmother told me often. The greatest sin is to kill someone hope. Take away their dreams. We cannot bury someone with anger and unkind words. Love is never meanness, love is never… Continue reading
Nothing could stop me.
Nothing could stop me. Was a warm Summer day in Germany. And I saw a beautiful German girl. Blond hair, long legs, a white summer dress and the sweetest smile. Nothing could stop… 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
2500 miles away from you.
2500 miles away from you A Poem by Coyote Poetry We hope distance and separation can make sadness forgotten. It doesn’t. 2500 miles from you… On a Winter day in 1989. We said… Continue reading
Who is right? Who is wrong?
Who is right? Who is wrong? Do we remember the reasons for war? The victor can remember and the dead people/ dear cities and homeless have no place to go and they are… Continue reading