Sins of our father..
Sins of our father. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We can learn kindness from living and seeing hate and violence. Father’s eyes and anger… Is my Father’s eyes and anger.Are they mine now? I… Continue reading
Tag Archive: life
The stone face man..
The stone face man A Poem by Coyote Poetry Everybody got a story. Some folks understand. No-one want to hear them anyway. The stone face man.. In old New Orleans 1993. I found… Continue reading
Can we survive crazy? Three little poems..
1- I loved the hard climb, the untouched path. I listen for the flowing river and I go to her. Rarely do I see people. I sit with the trees, the free animals… Continue reading
Bare and true..
Bare and true A Poem by Coyote Poetry Few times in a life. We open up to another and show them the real person. Bare and true… She was a noble beauty and … Continue reading
The lake songs..
I told her. I apology sweet Alison. Somewhere in time, the flowing river of love was murdered. I do not blame no-one. I have accepted my place. I have my journals, my pen… Continue reading
The irony of a love tale. Maybe love, maybe not..
The irony of a love tale. Maybe love, maybe not? She told me. The irony of a love tale, maybe love, maybe not? She told me, Fickle I am, fickle I was. I… Continue reading
Two steps from hell. Secret Melody..
Two steps from hell- A secret melody.. He told the pretty British girl in the city of London. There is consequences for every action, we do. The fatality of youth, we believe. We… Continue reading
What is ugly? What is beautiful?
What is ugly? What is beautiful? He watched the pretty artist on the Monterey pier. He brought her coffee and a salad. He sat and he wrote words for no-one. “What is ugly?… Continue reading
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
Please remember who you were..
Please remember who you were… I saw a old friend sitting alone in a Austin, Texas at the coffee shop. Her eyes looking down at the table and her coffee, hiding her sorrow.… Continue reading