“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
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“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
“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
“Choose the road your love”
Choose the road you love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is simple. Find something you enjoy. Then do it. Nirvana-The supreme happiness that according to Buddhism comes when all passion, hatred… Continue reading
Happy Thanksgiving
It is Thanksgiving. I hope you have time to spend with your family. Remember the soldiers and the needy. Souvenirs A Poem by Coyote Poetry The odd things we hold special in old… Continue reading
“Sacred places and sweet dreams.”
Sacred places and sweet dreams A Poem by Coyote Poetry Memories are like good red wine. Become more valuable with time and separation. Sacred places and sweet dreams She traced my skin… Continue reading