“The waltz”
The Waltz A Poem by Coyote Poetry The ocean and love create emotions and passion that stay with us forever. The waltz We were doing a waltz upon the beach. The waves were… Continue reading
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Reflections
Reflections A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words have great power. Use them well. Reflection Writers and Poets write reflections like a painter uses his gentle strokes to create permanent images of lingering… Continue reading
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
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
“Ojibwa Grandmother chant”
Ojibwa Grandmother chant A Poem by Coyote Poetry I lost my Ojibwa Grandmother in 1981. I tried to be like her. Children must know freedom and not be afraid of life. Ojibwa… 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
“Existence of love”
Existence of love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry For dear Grandparent missed. Existence of love. Ice cream with a cherry. A safe warm house. A big yard to play in. Kind smiles and… 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
Strangers, trains and planes
Strangers, trains and planes A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some people can’t be held down. Freedom is too valuable. Strangers, trains and planes She called my from Paris. She whispered I will be… Continue reading